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 Fiji and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Howard Jones to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
James White and The Blacks,
Derrick May,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Christie,
Peter & Gordon,
Derrick Morgan,
Motorama,
Buzzcocks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alice Coltrane,
June Days,
Ludus,
Organ,
Crime,
Audionom,
The Gun Club,
Howard Jones,
Eric Dolphy,
Gichy Dan,
Moby Grape,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Holt,
Fatback Band,
The Sonics,
Oneida,
Marshall Jefferson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Motions,
Harmonia,
La Düsseldorf,
Sällskapet,
Kurtis Blow,
Carl Craig,
The Young Rascals,
ABC,
Avey Tare,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fugs,
Yaz,
Neu!,
X-101,
Second Layer,
Public Enemy,
The Vogues,
Peter and Kerry,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Five Americans,
The Neon Judgement,
Guru Guru,
MC5,
Rites of Spring,
The Human League,
John Cale,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Loose Ends,
June of 44,
Faust,
The Toasters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.