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 Thailand and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer 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 harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Moby Grape,
Soulsonic Force,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Das Ding,
Von Mondo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Depeche Mode,
Howard Jones,
Patti Smith,
Whodini,
Davy DMX,
Little Man,
Bang On A Can,
The Names,
Duran Duran,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ohio Players,
The Moody Blues,
Organ,
Fugazi,
Moebius,
Gabor Szabo,
AZ,
Deepchord,
10cc,
Panda Bear,
Gang Green,
Dave Gahan,
OOIOO,
Bobby Sherman,
John Lydon,
Amazonics,
Alton Ellis,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Foxx,
The Cowsills,
Hashim,
Maurizio,
The United States of America,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Misunderstood,
Roxy Music,
Lungfish,
Youth Brigade,
Marvin Gaye,
Skarface,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Drexciya,
Peter and Kerry,
Danielle Patucci,
Tears for Fears,
Ten City,
Fear,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wings,
Erasure,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Wake,
Sugar Minott,
Agitation Free,
T. Rex,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.