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 Tajikistan and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 These Immortal Souls to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro 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 harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
The Kinks,
Dual Sessions,
David Bowie,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jeff Lynne,
Liliput,
Simply Red,
Stiv Bators,
Marc Almond,
Intrusion,
Jandek,
the Fania All-Stars,
Basic Channel,
The Grass Roots,
Eric Dolphy,
H. Thieme,
Gang Starr,
Rapeman,
The Gun Club,
Black Moon,
The Tremeloes,
Kas Product,
Ice-T,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fortunes,
The Motions,
MC5,
E-Dancer,
Rekid,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gap Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Moleskins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Boredoms,
Boz Scaggs,
The Real Kids,
Scrapy,
The Trojans,
Maleditus Sound,
Peter & Gordon,
The Durutti Column,
The Blues Magoos,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sound Behaviour,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
KRS-One,
Barry Ungar,
Althea and Donna,
The Happenings,
Rosa Yemen,
Aloha Tigers,
Metal Thangz,
the Sonics,
Lucky Dragons,
Shoche,
Country Teasers,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.