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 Belarus and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Archie Shepp to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord 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 oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Siglo XX,
The Searchers,
The Motions,
Saccharine Trust,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Swans,
Deepchord,
Todd Terry,
Cal Tjader,
Aswad,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Colin Newman,
Crooked Eye,
Absolute Body Control,
Rod Modell,
Byron Stingily,
Pulsallama,
Mark Hollis,
Monolake,
Sandy B,
Delta 5,
Faust,
Al Stewart,
Interpol,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Average White Band,
Suburban Knight,
Mars,
The J.B.'s,
Lakeside,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Smoke,
Kenny Larkin,
The Birthday Party,
Henry Cow,
Banda Bassotti,
Popol Vuh,
Magazine,
John Holt,
Rosa Yemen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Bananas,
Hardrive,
Crispian St. Peters,
Simply Red,
Iggy Pop,
China Crisis,
Eurythmics,
The Pop Group,
Groovy Waters,
Section 25,
The Alarm Clocks,
Silicon Teens,
Ronan,
Sonic Youth,
Prince Buster,
Flipper,
Scan 7,
Alton Ellis,
Darondo,
Quadrant,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.