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 Armenia and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Robert Palmer 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 Scratch Acid to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb 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 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Scratch Acid,
The Slackers,
Das Ding,
Goldenarms,
Pulsallama,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Liliput,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Motorama,
Nas,
John Cale,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Normal,
Todd Terry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
ABC,
The Motions,
Urselle,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Electric Prunes,
David Axelrod,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gabor Szabo,
Tubeway Army,
Aloha Tigers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bad Manners,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ronnie Foster,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Evens,
Rosa Yemen,
Juan Atkins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Supertramp,
The Fall,
The Modern Lovers,
Ice-T,
Depeche Mode,
David McCallum,
Parry Music,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yazoo,
Sound Behaviour,
Rapeman,
Letta Mbulu,
New Age Steppers,
Marine Girls,
The Dead C,
Roy Ayers,
Scrapy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hashim,
Brick,
Bootsy Collins,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.