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 Bolivia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet 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 Patti Smith to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum 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 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Echospace,
Thee Headcoats,
UT,
A Certain Ratio,
The Busters,
The Smiths,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
New Order,
Hardrive,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Max Romeo,
Parry Music,
Buzzcocks,
Tres Demented,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Evens,
Mantronix,
Guru Guru,
David Axelrod,
Crispian St. Peters,
Robert Wyatt,
Sugar Minott,
Brothers Johnson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Easy Going,
Wings,
Shuggie Otis,
The Mummies,
Intrusion,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Moebius,
Pulsallama,
Make Up,
The Skatalites,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Toni Rubio,
Barry Ungar,
Rosa Yemen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
EPMD,
Faraquet,
The Stooges,
Agent Orange,
Ituana,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Junior Murvin,
Subhumans,
Spandau Ballet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gong,
Technova,
The Move,
Los Fastidios,
John Holt,
the Human League,
James White and The Blacks,
Mo-Dettes,
Deadbeat,
The Pop Group,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.