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 Antigua and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the oboe 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 Charles Mingus to the crunk 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin 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 harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Surgeon,
Can,
Pierre Henry,
Fear,
The Velvet Underground,
Ten City,
Todd Rundgren,
Make Up,
Roxette,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
James White and The Blacks,
The Star Department,
Scan 7,
The Motions,
Amazonics,
These Immortal Souls,
the Slits,
Pantytec,
Newcleus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Accadde A,
Deadbeat,
Stockholm Monsters,
Thompson Twins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dennis Brown,
Patti Smith,
The Residents,
DNA,
Robert Wyatt,
Babytalk,
Rakim,
Smog,
The American Breed,
The Martian,
Amon Düül,
Wire,
Man Eating Sloth,
Drexciya,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Anakelly,
Kurtis Blow,
Moss Icon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mo-Dettes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Traffic Nightmare,
This Heat,
Fugazi,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kas Product,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Delon & Dalcan,
Duran Duran,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ice-T,
Bang On A Can,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nas,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.