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 United Kingdom and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 June of 44 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe 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 mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Con Funk Shun,
The Victims,
Gerry Rafferty,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Intrusion,
Cheater Slicks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Amazonics,
Mars,
Todd Terry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Coltrane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
LL Cool J,
Aural Exciters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Average White Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Leonard Cohen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Johnny Clarke,
Lakeside,
Terry Callier,
The Vogues,
FM Einheit,
the Soft Cell,
The Moleskins,
The Slackers,
Eurythmics,
The Residents,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Saccharine Trust,
Sällskapet,
Black Bananas,
Andrew Hill,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rites of Spring,
Roy Ayers,
Alison Limerick,
The Seeds,
Half Japanese,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
La Düsseldorf,
The Names,
KRS-One,
Unwound,
Chris Corsano,
DJ Sneak,
The Modern Lovers,
Pantytec,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Electric Prunes,
Fluxion,
Sixth Finger,
Goldenarms,
Moby Grape,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.