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 Venezuela and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the punk 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe 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 theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
The Evens,
Slick Rick,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Japan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mission of Burma,
Shoche,
Sun Ra,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang of Four,
Intrusion,
Circle Jerks,
Schoolly D,
Prince Buster,
The Blackbyrds,
X-102,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scion,
Harry Pussy,
Carl Craig,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grauzone,
Eric B and Rakim,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Monochrome Set,
Popol Vuh,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dennis Brown,
Vainqueur,
48th St. Collective,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Letta Mbulu,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cramps,
David Axelrod,
Tim Buckley,
Average White Band,
Suburban Knight,
The Walker Brothers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wasted Youth,
Rod Modell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Second Layer,
Outsiders,
The Zeros,
The Star Department,
Oneida,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultra Naté,
Deadbeat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roger Hodgson,
K-Klass,
B.T. Express,
Kenny Larkin,
June of 44,
Hot Snakes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Essential Logic,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.