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 Uzbekistan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Saccharine Trust to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes 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 marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Connie Case,
Joe Smooth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Echospace,
kango's stein massive,
Q and Not U,
The New Christs,
Amon Düül,
Barbara Tucker,
The Slits,
Duran Duran,
Parry Music,
Interpol,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hot Snakes,
Arcadia,
Camberwell Now,
Barry Ungar,
Organ,
Eden Ahbez,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Raincoats,
The Zeros,
PIL,
Khruangbin,
Drexciya,
David Bowie,
Blake Baxter,
Rakim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grauzone,
Amon Düül II,
Urselle,
Adolescents,
Delon & Dalcan,
Slave,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Das Ding,
Joey Negro,
Tropical Tobacco,
Thompson Twins,
Sam Rivers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Pus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Section 25,
Los Fastidios,
Tres Demented,
The Busters,
Jandek,
Barrington Levy,
Faraquet,
Fluxion,
Television Personalities,
Dark Day,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Moby Grape,
Kaleidoscope,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.