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 Guyana and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in 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 The Selecter to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a sitar and an arpeggiator 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 clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Drexciya,
Matthew Bourne,
Can,
Motorama,
Rosa Yemen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Last Poets,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crispy Ambulance,
10cc,
June of 44,
Soft Machine,
Interpol,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kerrie Biddell,
Qualms,
Matthew Halsall,
Loose Ends,
EPMD,
Quantec,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roxy Music,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Idris Muhammad,
The Modern Lovers,
Neu!,
Ronnie Foster,
Reuben Wilson,
Easy Going,
Darondo,
Ultra Naté,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Human League,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kerri Chandler,
Mad Mike,
The Doors,
Nas,
The Standells,
John Foxx,
Mr. Review,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
James White and The Blacks,
Shoche,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jeff Lynne,
Rufus Thomas,
Sound Behaviour,
Adolescents,
The Music Machine,
Grauzone,
Icehouse,
The Techniques,
E-Dancer,
Little Man,
Shuggie Otis,
Dual Sessions,
Goldenarms,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.