Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Uganda and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Robert Görl to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Howard Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Radiohead,
Arthur Verocai,
Alison Limerick,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dual Sessions,
La Düsseldorf,
Soulsonic Force,
Gregory Isaacs,
Von Mondo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Harry Pussy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Steve Hackett,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bronski Beat,
D'Angelo,
Byron Stingily,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marvin Gaye,
Faraquet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Monochrome Set,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Desert Stars,
Fatback Band,
Khruangbin,
Negative Approach,
Ultimate Spinach,
Robert Wyatt,
Youth Brigade,
Ice-T,
Amon Düül II,
Gang Starr,
The Victims,
David Bowie,
Pulsallama,
Ohio Players,
Brick,
Easy Going,
L. Decosne,
Delta 5,
Kas Product,
Hot Snakes,
The Monks,
Goldenarms,
Mantronix,
Adolescents,
Judy Mowatt,
Amon Düül,
Q65,
Jesper Dahlback,
Intrusion,
Joensuu 1685,
Johnny Clarke,
Henry Cow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jerry Gold Smith,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Althea and Donna,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.