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 El Salvador and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Dave Clark Five to the techno 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '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 clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Vainqueur,
Whodini,
Pylon,
Gang of Four,
Alice Coltrane,
B.T. Express,
a-ha,
Newcleus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Warsaw,
Deepchord,
Ornette Coleman,
Negative Approach,
Pole,
Marshall Jefferson,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang Green,
Delta 5,
CMW,
Barclay James Harvest,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Vladislav Delay,
Talk Talk,
Traffic Nightmare,
David Axelrod,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brick,
Maleditus Sound,
Q65,
Robert Wyatt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sister Nancy,
The Misunderstood,
Ronnie Foster,
OOIOO,
KRS-One,
10cc,
Livin' Joy,
Nik Kershaw,
The Zeros,
Subhumans,
Deadbeat,
Bauhaus,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Amon Düül II,
Swell Maps,
June of 44,
Babytalk,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kenny Larkin,
John Lydon,
Camberwell Now,
The Index,
Don Cherry,
U.S. Maple,
Minny Pops,
Maurizio,
Sixth Finger,
London Community Gospel Choir,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.