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 Nauru and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Swans to the dance 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron 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 clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Icehouse,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
L. Decosne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
CMW,
Derrick Morgan,
Wasted Youth,
Roy Ayers,
Television,
Nils Olav,
ABC,
Cybotron,
Hot Snakes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rekid,
Joyce Sims,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Kinks,
The Count Five,
The Blues Magoos,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Suicide,
Interpol,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Q and Not U,
Yazoo,
The Beau Brummels,
Howard Jones,
Dennis Brown,
Neil Young,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Basic Channel,
Panda Bear,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Last Poets,
Eric Dolphy,
The Toasters,
China Crisis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Man Parrish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Prince Buster,
Reuben Wilson,
Tim Buckley,
Anthony Braxton,
B.T. Express,
The Leaves,
Ice-T,
Erykah Badu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lalo Schifrin,
Unrelated Segments,
Urselle,
The Monks,
Chris Corsano,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.