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 Ethiopia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Joe Smooth to the punk 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jeff Lynne,
The Invisible,
Soulsonic Force,
Metal Thangz,
Pierre Henry,
Neu!,
Tomorrow,
Motorama,
The Music Machine,
Drexciya,
Goldenarms,
Thompson Twins,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Smiths,
Unwound,
Magma,
Barbara Tucker,
Isaac Hayes,
Wally Richardson,
The Human League,
Ken Boothe,
H. Thieme,
The Tremeloes,
Interpol,
Bobby Sherman,
Blancmange,
Jacques Brel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Leaves,
Youth Brigade,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Zeros,
Rotary Connection,
The Fire Engines,
The Gap Band,
Dennis Brown,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Robert Hood,
Darondo,
Country Teasers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gong,
Adolescents,
Make Up,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Arab on Radar,
Pantaleimon,
Moebius,
Archie Shepp,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brass Construction,
The Victims,
Urselle,
Charles Mingus,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.