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 Tunisia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Crash Course in Science 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin 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 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Magma,
The Knickerbockers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Metal Thangz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Minnie Riperton,
Skaos,
Saccharine Trust,
Banda Bassotti,
Pantaleimon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stiv Bators,
Underground Resistance,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Invisible,
Soulsonic Force,
Bauhaus,
Royal Trux,
The Grass Roots,
Arthur Verocai,
Bluetip,
kango's stein massive,
Duran Duran,
The Gap Band,
Black Sheep,
Wally Richardson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jandek,
The Move,
The Moody Blues,
The Monks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Lydon,
Sexual Harrassment,
June Days,
The Barracudas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Connie Case,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Slave,
In Retrospect,
Blake Baxter,
New York Dolls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Hood,
La Düsseldorf,
Eli Mardock,
Unwound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roxy Music,
John Holt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Urselle,
John Foxx,
The Music Machine,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pere Ubu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.