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 Poland and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cymande to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Rapeman,
Bootsy Collins,
John Holt,
The Blackbyrds,
Swell Maps,
Ronan,
Unwound,
Dark Day,
Frankie Knuckles,
Average White Band,
The Durutti Column,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soul II Soul,
Carl Craig,
Flash Fearless,
Girls At Our Best!,
Shuggie Otis,
Porter Ricks,
Mark Hollis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Agitation Free,
Ponytail,
Yaz,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gichy Dan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lalann,
The Techniques,
The Slits,
Ludus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dead Boys,
Neu!,
Camberwell Now,
Jacob Miller,
Con Funk Shun,
Funky Four + One,
Agent Orange,
the Sonics,
Sound Behaviour,
The Litter,
UT,
Fluxion,
Popol Vuh,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Walker Brothers,
Todd Terry,
Brick,
Visage,
Swans,
Deakin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nik Kershaw,
Infiniti,
Harry Pussy,
The Victims,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.