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 Mali and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba 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 Visage to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Jeff Mills,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Babytalk,
Theoretical Girls,
Niagra,
Royal Trux,
Brick,
Skaos,
David Bowie,
The Selecter,
Robert Wyatt,
Negative Approach,
Godley & Creme,
Slick Rick,
The Knickerbockers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
UT,
Desert Stars,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pole,
Mars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Isaac Hayes,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fortunes,
Rekid,
Intrusion,
Aloha Tigers,
John Coltrane,
Barrington Levy,
Livin' Joy,
Schoolly D,
Pierre Henry,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cymande,
Jacques Brel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eli Mardock,
Soft Cell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
T.S.O.L.,
Panda Bear,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sister Nancy,
Metal Thangz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Public Enemy,
Dark Day,
Glambeats Corp.,
Groovy Waters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Warren Ellis,
Crash Course in Science,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gories,
Guru Guru,
Hoover,
Delon & Dalcan,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.