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 Ghana and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ 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 Andrew Hill to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Television Personalities,
Fluxion,
Gastr Del Sol,
Josef K,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bluetip,
Neu!,
Guru Guru,
Glenn Branca,
Minutemen,
Radiohead,
The Barracudas,
Little Man,
Robert Wyatt,
Icehouse,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Remains,
Bobby Sherman,
Bootsy Collins,
The Skatalites,
Whodini,
The Index,
DNA,
Eurythmics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nik Kershaw,
Steve Hackett,
Tom Boy,
Anthony Braxton,
Delon & Dalcan,
The New Christs,
Joy Division,
Pierre Henry,
Flipper,
The Last Poets,
Livin' Joy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Throbbing Gristle,
Terrestrial Tones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barbara Tucker,
Fear,
The Sonics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Johnny Clarke,
Sister Nancy,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Monks,
The Motions,
EPMD,
Althea and Donna,
Faust,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Q and Not U,
Isaac Hayes,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Real Kids,
Echospace,
Robert Hood,
ABC,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.