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 United Kingdom and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Talk Talk to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
The Blues Magoos,
A Certain Ratio,
Johnny Osbourne,
Electric Prunes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Robert Wyatt,
Eric Copeland,
Wire,
Tomorrow,
Warsaw,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mad Mike,
The Golliwogs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Magma,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pierre Henry,
Pantaleimon,
Malaria!,
The Birthday Party,
Duran Duran,
The Fuzztones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Todd Rundgren,
Porter Ricks,
Talk Talk,
Cybotron,
48th St. Collective,
Eden Ahbez,
Al Stewart,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Smoke,
the Slits,
The Moody Blues,
Japan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Blossom Toes,
Mr. Review,
Joensuu 1685,
Masters at Work,
Organ,
Monolake,
Junior Murvin,
Lou Christie,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Glenn Branca,
DJ Sneak,
Rites of Spring,
Royal Trux,
The Moleskins,
Isaac Hayes,
Bill Near,
Minutemen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Siglo XX,
UT,
Camberwell Now,
Faraquet,
the Germs,
Bobby Womack,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.