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 Mali and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the jazz 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 güiro 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 snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Aswad,
Qualms,
The Monks,
Tommy Roe,
the Germs,
Black Flag,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Red Krayola,
The Shadows of Knight,
Siglo XX,
China Crisis,
Agent Orange,
Howard Jones,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hardrive,
Newcleus,
Circle Jerks,
The Gun Club,
Mandrill,
Max Romeo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Remains,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scientists,
Todd Rundgren,
Bill Wells,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fat Boys,
Wasted Youth,
Whodini,
Ronnie Foster,
Yaz,
Skarface,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Susan Cadogan,
Yusef Lateef,
Pylon,
The Electric Prunes,
Idris Muhammad,
Rites of Spring,
Main Source,
L. Decosne,
Skriet,
Soul II Soul,
Country Teasers,
Radiohead,
Bluetip,
Bronski Beat,
Hashim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Beau Brummels,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soft Cell,
Animal Collective,
cv313,
The Cure,
the Normal,
Peter & Gordon,
The Music Machine,
The Sound,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.