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 Uganda and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Laurel Aitken to the crunk 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Blake Baxter,
Bauhaus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Electric Prunes,
Royal Trux,
Suicide,
Black Flag,
Fela Kuti,
Prince Buster,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Warren Ellis,
Sight & Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
The Young Rascals,
Patti Smith,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Birthday Party,
John Coltrane,
Marine Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
The Divine Comedy,
Rakim,
Magma,
Bill Near,
The Buckinghams,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Goldenarms,
Supertramp,
Aswad,
OOIOO,
Interpol,
The Sound,
Thompson Twins,
Mr. Review,
Spoonie Gee,
Nas,
Japan,
Subhumans,
F. McDonald,
Moby Grape,
Groovy Waters,
Audionom,
The Fortunes,
Sam Rivers,
Erykah Badu,
Brand Nubian,
Skarface,
Hot Snakes,
The Move,
Barrington Levy,
Harry Pussy,
Eric Dolphy,
Newcleus,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Five Americans,
Cheater Slicks,
The Music Machine,
Bronski Beat,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.