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 Laos and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ 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 Scan 7 to the techno 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba 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 rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Alton Ellis,
Rotary Connection,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pantytec,
Matthew Bourne,
Average White Band,
Whodini,
The Cowsills,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ituana,
Sarah Menescal,
Eddi Front,
Oblivians,
Joy Division,
Sonny Sharrock,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dual Sessions,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aswad,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Residents,
Toni Rubio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gladiators,
Kas Product,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nation of Ulysses,
Anakelly,
the Soft Cell,
Procol Harum,
Aural Exciters,
Fat Boys,
Cymande,
The Gun Club,
Franke,
Throbbing Gristle,
Big Daddy Kane,
Man Parrish,
Pagans,
Joyce Sims,
Moby Grape,
Black Moon,
Barry Ungar,
Buzzcocks,
Maurizio,
CMW,
The Red Krayola,
Los Fastidios,
The Blues Magoos,
The Wake,
New York Dolls,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Martian,
In Retrospect,
the Association,
Todd Terry,
MDC,
Alice Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roger Hodgson,
Section 25,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.