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 Eritrea and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Can to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin 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 clarinet and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Quando Quango,
Alton Ellis,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Byrd,
Nirvana,
B.T. Express,
Hashim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sun Ra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Public Image Ltd.,
World's Most,
Skriet,
Schoolly D,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dawn Penn,
Aaron Thompson,
The United States of America,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bang On A Can,
Lower 48,
The Gun Club,
Scion,
The Seeds,
F. McDonald,
Suicide,
10cc,
Godley & Creme,
The Pretty Things,
Lyres,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Busters,
The Blackbyrds,
Tres Demented,
Main Source,
Jawbox,
The Young Rascals,
Ronan,
The Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Siglo XX,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Grass Roots,
Boz Scaggs,
Bob Dylan,
Metal Thangz,
The Cramps,
Drive Like Jehu,
Boredoms,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crime,
Babytalk,
Avey Tare,
Prince Buster,
Nico,
The Fuzztones,
Dennis Brown,
The Fire Engines,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.