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 Tanzania and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Raincoats to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron 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 mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Idris Muhammad,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wire,
Spandau Ballet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ludus,
AZ,
David McCallum,
Mark Hollis,
The Techniques,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Von Mondo,
Lyres,
John Coltrane,
The Searchers,
Hot Snakes,
T.S.O.L.,
The Kinks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deakin,
Unrelated Segments,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
JFA,
Sonny Sharrock,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kenny Larkin,
Pantytec,
The Index,
The Last Poets,
Shuggie Otis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
B.T. Express,
Gichy Dan,
Wally Richardson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Howard Jones,
Matthew Halsall,
Pierre Henry,
Ponytail,
Fugazi,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
10cc,
Yazoo,
Alton Ellis,
Grauzone,
Sex Pistols,
Royal Trux,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deadbeat,
Section 25,
Faust,
Au Pairs,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.