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 Guinea and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Davy DMX to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a guitar 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 snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fall,
Pierre Henry,
Al Stewart,
Fugazi,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Mojo Men,
The Associates,
Grey Daturas,
ABBA,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hashim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Neil Young,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Accadde A,
Skarface,
Marcia Griffiths,
Circle Jerks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Skaos,
Black Sheep,
Dual Sessions,
The Techniques,
Nico,
Jacob Miller,
Carl Craig,
Thompson Twins,
Bootsy Collins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Youth Brigade,
Cecil Taylor,
Nas,
Prince Buster,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bill Near,
Ohio Players,
New York Dolls,
Desert Stars,
Harmonia,
The Martian,
Au Pairs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Doobie Brothers,
Amon Düül II,
Eli Mardock,
Crispian St. Peters,
Connie Case,
Barrington Levy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bronski Beat,
Harpers Bizarre,
K-Klass,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Buckinghams,
Crime,
Duran Duran,
The Fire Engines,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.