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 Palau and from Delhi.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the rock 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
MDC,
Suburban Knight,
Black Moon,
Reagan Youth,
Eden Ahbez,
Eurythmics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grauzone,
Interpol,
The Zeros,
Black Bananas,
Marvin Gaye,
Harry Pussy,
Sonic Youth,
Morten Harket,
48th St. Collective,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scrapy,
EPMD,
The Moleskins,
Absolute Body Control,
New York Dolls,
The Gladiators,
The Skatalites,
Supertramp,
Liliput,
Easy Going,
Moss Icon,
Warsaw,
Lou Reed,
Barry Ungar,
The Victims,
Lalann,
The Durutti Column,
Talk Talk,
Ludus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Techniques,
Scan 7,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gil Scott Heron,
Janne Schatter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Stockholm Monsters,
Robert Görl,
Ituana,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joe Finger,
Masters at Work,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Busters,
Mantronix,
Scion,
Deadbeat,
Reuben Wilson,
The Stooges,
The Cramps,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.