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 Djibouti and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bobby Byrd to the funk 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Ultra Naté,
Boogie Down Productions,
Warren Ellis,
Roy Ayers,
Smog,
The Cramps,
Avey Tare,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Germs,
Anakelly,
The Mummies,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Youth Brigade,
Agitation Free,
K-Klass,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Maurizio,
These Immortal Souls,
Ronan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eli Mardock,
Wire,
Colin Newman,
Massinfluence,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Foxx,
Cal Tjader,
Arthur Verocai,
Blake Baxter,
Barrington Levy,
One Last Wish,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Invisible,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Harry Pussy,
Tomorrow,
Flipper,
Stiv Bators,
The Moleskins,
Technova,
The J.B.'s,
Donald Byrd,
The Wake,
Grey Daturas,
Tommy Roe,
Public Enemy,
Ronnie Foster,
Chris & Cosey,
kango's stein massive,
Letta Mbulu,
Stockholm Monsters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Royal Trux,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.