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 Ukraine and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nirvana to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro 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 güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Camouflage,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Index,
Morten Harket,
Ultimate Spinach,
Khruangbin,
FM Einheit,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sarah Menescal,
The Pop Group,
The Modern Lovers,
Juan Atkins,
Slick Rick,
Sister Nancy,
Adolescents,
Sugar Minott,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Laurel Aitken,
The American Breed,
Mary Jane Girls,
World's Most,
La Düsseldorf,
Dark Day,
Loose Ends,
Spoonie Gee,
Tom Boy,
Con Funk Shun,
Oblivians,
The Evens,
Gastr Del Sol,
kango's stein massive,
Visage,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Livin' Joy,
Sight & Sound,
Hoover,
Danielle Patucci,
The Techniques,
Quando Quango,
Matthew Bourne,
T. Rex,
The Walker Brothers,
Idris Muhammad,
Michelle Simonal,
Maleditus Sound,
Eden Ahbez,
Flash Fearless,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Saints,
ABBA,
The Buckinghams,
Tres Demented,
Sam Rivers,
Porter Ricks,
Bronski Beat,
Kerrie Biddell,
DJ Style,
The Happenings,
The Index,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Howard Jones,
Roxy Music,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.