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 Maldives and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Animal Collective to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin 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 güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bill Near,
Outsiders,
La Düsseldorf,
The Standells,
The Raincoats,
The Shadows of Knight,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eve St. Jones,
the Normal,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Second Layer,
Stiv Bators,
F. McDonald,
L. Decosne,
Fad Gadget,
Television,
The Real Kids,
Bill Wells,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Negative Approach,
Mary Jane Girls,
Junior Murvin,
The Birthday Party,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Piero Umiliani,
Interpol,
Japan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sparks,
Matthew Halsall,
Andrew Hill,
Alice Coltrane,
The Happenings,
New Order,
Quadrant,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fuzztones,
The Flesh Eaters,
Zero Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fatback Band,
Q65,
Eden Ahbez,
Kenny Larkin,
Godley & Creme,
Con Funk Shun,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lightning Bolt,
Crime,
MDC,
Procol Harum,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.