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 United States and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jeff Lynne to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer 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 linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Dennis Brown,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Organ,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The American Breed,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joey Negro,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joensuu 1685,
The Smoke,
Sparks,
Danielle Patucci,
Stiv Bators,
Fear,
The Cramps,
JFA,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brothers Johnson,
Underground Resistance,
Newcleus,
Crime,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scan 7,
Unrelated Segments,
The Last Poets,
Sonny Sharrock,
Don Cherry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minutemen,
Tommy Roe,
Yellowson,
Soft Cell,
Harmonia,
New Age Steppers,
Derrick May,
Pantaleimon,
Crispy Ambulance,
L. Decosne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Howard Jones,
Basic Channel,
Marmalade,
Piero Umiliani,
Sex Pistols,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Gun Club,
Grauzone,
The Trojans,
Faraquet,
Fugazi,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.