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 Samoa and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Alton Ellis to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar 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 organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
The Cowsills,
Aloha Tigers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crooked Eye,
The Saints,
Rosa Yemen,
Arab on Radar,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jacob Miller,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rakim,
The Fugs,
Fugazi,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Neu!,
Newcleus,
Dual Sessions,
Toni Rubio,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rufus Thomas,
Lungfish,
Scratch Acid,
Harry Pussy,
Erykah Badu,
Mad Mike,
Pole,
Franke,
Freddie Wadling,
Simply Red,
David Bowie,
Rod Modell,
The Walker Brothers,
Scrapy,
Joe Finger,
Los Fastidios,
Second Layer,
Sällskapet,
the Swans,
Bad Manners,
Sixth Finger,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Average White Band,
Dark Day,
Metal Thangz,
L. Decosne,
Harmonia,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Last Poets,
Alison Limerick,
Joy Division,
David Axelrod,
Niagra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Little Man,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Radio Birdman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Reagan Youth,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.