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 Cambodia and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar 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 theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
D'Angelo,
Unrelated Segments,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bad Manners,
Audionom,
Subhumans,
Hoover,
Theoretical Girls,
Stiv Bators,
Stetsasonic,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yazoo,
Magma,
Henry Cow,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brothers Johnson,
Ken Boothe,
Sarah Menescal,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Albert Ayler,
Althea and Donna,
Freddie Wadling,
The United States of America,
The Slackers,
Grauzone,
Ludus,
Index,
The Associates,
FM Einheit,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Wake,
Grey Daturas,
Pet Shop Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hasil Adkins,
Deepchord,
Bill Near,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Byron Stingily,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Drive Like Jehu,
Flash Fearless,
The Victims,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dennis Brown,
Sam Rivers,
Nico,
Barry Ungar,
Sound Behaviour,
Nirvana,
Youth Brigade,
Soul Sonic Force,
LL Cool J,
Chris & Cosey,
Radiohead,
Terrestrial Tones,
Moebius,
Cecil Taylor,
Y Pants,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.