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 Bulgaria and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Livin' Joy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe 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 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Johnny Osbourne,
Don Cherry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lightning Bolt,
Yusef Lateef,
Ken Boothe,
Johnny Clarke,
Rufus Thomas,
Peter & Gordon,
Piero Umiliani,
Outsiders,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
X-Ray Spex,
Joe Smooth,
Country Teasers,
Bad Manners,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sugar Minott,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cluster,
The Detroit Cobras,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Offenders,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sister Nancy,
The Dead C,
Michelle Simonal,
Soft Cell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hasil Adkins,
The Dirtbombs,
This Heat,
Moby Grape,
Los Fastidios,
The Blues Magoos,
Laurel Aitken,
Dual Sessions,
The Angels of Light,
The New Christs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yellowson,
Niagra,
The Sonics,
Stiv Bators,
DJ Sneak,
ABBA,
Fluxion,
Monolake,
Black Flag,
The Gladiators,
The Zeros,
John Cale,
Kaleidoscope,
Warsaw,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DJ Style,
John Lydon,
The Vogues,
The Wake,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.