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 Tanzania and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Jacques Brel to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a clarinet 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Depeche Mode,
Essential Logic,
Eddi Front,
Theoretical Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
June of 44,
Bronski Beat,
Ultravox,
Tomorrow,
Tim Buckley,
Josef K,
Surgeon,
Mars,
Japan,
The Monochrome Set,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grauzone,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Womack,
Delta 5,
Radio Birdman,
T.S.O.L.,
Nick Fraelich,
Supertramp,
Prince Buster,
Boredoms,
Leonard Cohen,
The Music Machine,
Ituana,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Pus,
Kenny Larkin,
Sex Pistols,
Second Layer,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yellowson,
The Kinks,
Camberwell Now,
Von Mondo,
Pylon,
Aloha Tigers,
Moebius,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Quando Quango,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fela Kuti,
the Slits,
48th St. Collective,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cure,
Ronnie Foster,
Little Man,
The Seeds,
Thee Headcoats,
Kaleidoscope,
DNA,
Peter & Gordon,
The Saints,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nils Olav,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.