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 Jordan and from Lyon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eli Mardock to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 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 sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Marvin Gaye,
Q65,
Jeru the Damaja,
Technova,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Alarm Clocks,
The United States of America,
Ultimate Spinach,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dennis Brown,
Faraquet,
Grandmaster Flash,
Freddie Wadling,
The Names,
Easy Going,
La Düsseldorf,
Groovy Waters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Derrick May,
Nas,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang Starr,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Guru Guru,
The Raincoats,
Surgeon,
Todd Terry,
Andrew Hill,
Malaria!,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joyce Sims,
Average White Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wasted Youth,
E-Dancer,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Skatalites,
UT,
Icehouse,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yaz,
Archie Shepp,
The Dead C,
Flash Fearless,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cluster,
Kas Product,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dead Boys,
Fat Boys,
Harmonia,
Aswad,
Make Up,
AZ,
Stiv Bators,
Radiopuhelimet,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.