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 Azerbaijan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb 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 Royal Trux to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Bobby Byrd,
Soul II Soul,
Toni Rubio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Piero Umiliani,
Rod Modell,
The Move,
the Swans,
Echospace,
Avey Tare,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fugs,
Inner City,
Arcadia,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Quando Quango,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pere Ubu,
Cluster,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joe Smooth,
Idris Muhammad,
ABBA,
Mantronix,
The Litter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Young Rascals,
Marshall Jefferson,
Visage,
T.S.O.L.,
Accadde A,
Junior Murvin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Evens,
Gastr Del Sol,
Maleditus Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Alton Ellis,
Pantaleimon,
Nirvana,
Swell Maps,
the Normal,
Godley & Creme,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nils Olav,
Sun City Girls,
Kayak,
Parry Music,
Prince Buster,
New York Dolls,
Make Up,
Curtis Mayfield,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eric Copeland,
Matthew Bourne,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.