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 Spain and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 The Tremeloes to the funk 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Kool Moe Dee,
World's Most,
Quadrant,
ABC,
Goldenarms,
Young Marble Giants,
Depeche Mode,
The Count Five,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Saccharine Trust,
Hasil Adkins,
Barrington Levy,
John Holt,
Eli Mardock,
Blossom Toes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Audionom,
Ponytail,
The Sound,
Quantec,
Ronnie Foster,
Mr. Review,
New Age Steppers,
Main Source,
Michelle Simonal,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bizarre Inc.,
OOIOO,
Jeff Lynne,
the Association,
Soul II Soul,
Lower 48,
Derrick Morgan,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Sherman,
Desert Stars,
Maurizio,
Sight & Sound,
Grey Daturas,
Boz Scaggs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Arcadia,
Cal Tjader,
Simply Red,
a-ha,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gichy Dan,
Black Flag,
Skarface,
The Durutti Column,
Tres Demented,
Kayak,
The Searchers,
Symarip,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gladiators,
The Buckinghams,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Chris & Cosey,
Terrestrial Tones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
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.