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 Djibouti and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 DeepChord presents Echospace 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes 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 rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kurtis Blow,
Marc Almond,
D'Angelo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Last Poets,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
A Certain Ratio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roxette,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nirvana,
The Red Krayola,
Smog,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jeff Lynne,
Surgeon,
Chris & Cosey,
The Electric Prunes,
Marine Girls,
The Star Department,
Absolute Body Control,
Toni Rubio,
Bill Wells,
L. Decosne,
Colin Newman,
Thompson Twins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Monks,
Howard Jones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sun City Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ronan,
Minor Threat,
Soft Cell,
Carl Craig,
Charles Mingus,
Aswad,
Technova,
Idris Muhammad,
Guru Guru,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Black Dice,
Ituana,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Stooges,
John Cale,
Kool Moe Dee,
Audionom,
DNA,
Albert Ayler,
Circle Jerks,
Model 500,
Shoche,
The Velvet Underground,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.