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 Kenya and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pussy Galore to the rock 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 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 clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Lee Hazlewood,
Siglo XX,
The Gories,
Ten City,
Guru Guru,
Scratch Acid,
Rekid,
the Germs,
Nico,
Subhumans,
The Birthday Party,
X-Ray Spex,
Joe Finger,
Jimmy McGriff,
Josef K,
The Blackbyrds,
Nirvana,
The Electric Prunes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Agitation Free,
The Raincoats,
The Smiths,
Boz Scaggs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Man Parrish,
Erasure,
Pylon,
Ludus,
Gichy Dan,
Technova,
The Evens,
Parry Music,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eurythmics,
Lalann,
Black Flag,
The Associates,
Organ,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cecil Taylor,
DJ Style,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fall,
Malaria!,
LL Cool J,
Todd Terry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hardrive,
The Alarm Clocks,
Matthew Halsall,
The Velvet Underground,
The Index,
Henry Cow,
Shuggie Otis,
World's Most,
CMW,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Beau Brummels,
Cheater Slicks,
Suicide,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.