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 Syria and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 48th St. Collective to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum 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 rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Matthew Halsall,
The Tremeloes,
Fluxion,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Dave Clark Five,
D'Angelo,
CMW,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Human League,
Mission of Burma,
Main Source,
Rotary Connection,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brick,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Happenings,
Eli Mardock,
Crispy Ambulance,
New Order,
Mr. Review,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nation of Ulysses,
Can,
La Düsseldorf,
Scion,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Interpol,
Basic Channel,
Sixth Finger,
Ponytail,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lyres,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Toasters,
the Human League,
Bill Near,
ABBA,
Smog,
Joyce Sims,
Sex Pistols,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Music Machine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
a-ha,
Black Moon,
Lou Christie,
Desert Stars,
the Germs,
Underground Resistance,
Morten Harket,
Dawn Penn,
Agitation Free,
Peter & Gordon,
Eve St. Jones,
Minor Threat,
The Names,
The Selecter,
Dave Gahan,
Roxy Music,
Procol Harum,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.