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 Lesotho and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Brick to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer 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 guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Danielle Patucci,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
UT,
Bob Dylan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Anthony Braxton,
Pussy Galore,
The Gladiators,
Harmonia,
Interpol,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sixth Finger,
the Normal,
Hoover,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Little Man,
Rosa Yemen,
Popol Vuh,
Tubeway Army,
Siglo XX,
Soul II Soul,
Audionom,
Camouflage,
Desert Stars,
Khruangbin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Junior Murvin,
The Buckinghams,
Goldenarms,
Reagan Youth,
Cybotron,
Ludus,
Saccharine Trust,
Sister Nancy,
Loose Ends,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grauzone,
Depeche Mode,
The Raincoats,
Harry Pussy,
Don Cherry,
Swans,
Section 25,
Zero Boys,
Bronski Beat,
Joe Finger,
The Fugs,
Television Personalities,
The Invisible,
Monolake,
The Leaves,
Ten City,
Amon Düül,
Vladislav Delay,
Dual Sessions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Spandau Ballet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.