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 Brazil and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 La Düsseldorf to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes 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 synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Supertramp,
Joy Division,
London Community Gospel Choir,
PIL,
Stereo Dub,
Matthew Halsall,
Unrelated Segments,
Archie Shepp,
Neil Young,
Susan Cadogan,
Joe Smooth,
OOIOO,
The Dead C,
The Doors,
Black Flag,
Funky Four + One,
Tres Demented,
Dead Boys,
Nirvana,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Black Dice,
The Knickerbockers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Janne Schatter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Godley & Creme,
Bronski Beat,
Circle Jerks,
Boredoms,
Pussy Galore,
Sister Nancy,
Camouflage,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Standells,
Smog,
Laurel Aitken,
K-Klass,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Terry Callier,
The Remains,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Inner City,
Surgeon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soul II Soul,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pylon,
Lower 48,
Gabor Szabo,
The J.B.'s,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
cv313,
The Searchers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
In Retrospect,
Connie Case,
Fela Kuti,
Hardrive,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.