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 Libya and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Hacienda.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a 808 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 mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Youth Brigade,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rod Modell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Los Fastidios,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Drive Like Jehu,
Qualms,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eric B and Rakim,
David McCallum,
Isaac Hayes,
The Black Dice,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ludus,
Agitation Free,
Scrapy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jandek,
Todd Rundgren,
Gichy Dan,
The Birthday Party,
Soft Cell,
The Count Five,
Ice-T,
L. Decosne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nick Fraelich,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cybotron,
Janne Schatter,
Magma,
The Five Americans,
Hashim,
Joey Negro,
Zapp,
Erasure,
Mary Jane Girls,
PIL,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crime,
Swans,
Idris Muhammad,
The Beau Brummels,
The Vogues,
Robert Wyatt,
John Foxx,
the Swans,
Eric Dolphy,
Animal Collective,
Derrick Morgan,
MDC,
One Last Wish,
Neil Young,
Eddi Front,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eurythmics,
DNA,
Kurtis Blow,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.