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 Uganda and from Accra.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Red Krayola to the disco 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a rhodes 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 rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
June of 44,
Gong,
New Age Steppers,
Chris Corsano,
Negative Approach,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Moody Blues,
Maleditus Sound,
Sun Ra,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Angels of Light,
Al Stewart,
Nirvana,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Royal Trux,
Laurel Aitken,
Babytalk,
Susan Cadogan,
Reuben Wilson,
DJ Style,
Junior Murvin,
Mantronix,
The Misunderstood,
Mr. Review,
Spoonie Gee,
The Grass Roots,
DJ Sneak,
Cluster,
Grauzone,
Magazine,
Tres Demented,
The Zeros,
The Detroit Cobras,
Andrew Hill,
The Toasters,
Black Moon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Banda Bassotti,
Khruangbin,
Agitation Free,
Isaac Hayes,
Deepchord,
The Fire Engines,
The Leaves,
Deakin,
The Gun Club,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tommy Roe,
DNA,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marmalade,
Sonic Youth,
Guru Guru,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pussy Galore,
Steve Hackett,
Franke,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.