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 Uzbekistan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 John Holt to the electroclash 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sound Behaviour,
Stetsasonic,
Lucky Dragons,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Selecter,
Danielle Patucci,
Y Pants,
Rhythm & Sound,
Glenn Branca,
The Slits,
Eric Copeland,
Can,
John Foxx,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joyce Sims,
Josef K,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cheater Slicks,
The Invisible,
Juan Atkins,
Wings,
The Gories,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Dead C,
The Leaves,
Eve St. Jones,
MDC,
The Remains,
Jawbox,
Roger Hodgson,
The Stooges,
Suburban Knight,
Underground Resistance,
Lower 48,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Sonics,
June Days,
the Human League,
Rosa Yemen,
Soul II Soul,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Johnny Clarke,
Stereo Dub,
Interpol,
Al Stewart,
Qualms,
Yusef Lateef,
Crime,
The Velvet Underground,
Country Teasers,
The Blues Magoos,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ohio Players,
the Germs,
KRS-One,
Avey Tare,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.