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 Swaziland and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ 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 Girls At Our Best! to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Monks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Amon Düül II,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rites of Spring,
The Cramps,
China Crisis,
Radio Birdman,
Visage,
Sonic Youth,
Soul II Soul,
Cluster,
Qualms,
Banda Bassotti,
Pantaleimon,
The Techniques,
Man Parrish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Shadows of Knight,
Technova,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Dead C,
Suicide,
Albert Ayler,
Leonard Cohen,
Sam Rivers,
Public Enemy,
Ronan,
D'Angelo,
Von Mondo,
The Five Americans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Doobie Brothers,
Delta 5,
John Foxx,
New Age Steppers,
John Holt,
Livin' Joy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Das Ding,
X-101,
Drexciya,
the Normal,
Gang Starr,
Pantytec,
Bluetip,
Idris Muhammad,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Leaves,
Boredoms,
Ronnie Foster,
Mission of Burma,
Supertramp,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.