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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Barbara Tucker to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
The Modern Lovers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
UT,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Peter and Kerry,
The Sonics,
The Vogues,
The Move,
The Smoke,
Adolescents,
Tres Demented,
Heaven 17,
The Detroit Cobras,
Agent Orange,
Duran Duran,
Flipper,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
DNA,
the Swans,
Mission of Burma,
Subhumans,
The Index,
Second Layer,
Peter & Gordon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The New Christs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Laurel Aitken,
X-Ray Spex,
The Neon Judgement,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pylon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Amon Düül II,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rapeman,
Schoolly D,
Black Moon,
Kaleidoscope,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Flash Fearless,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bronski Beat,
Lightning Bolt,
Crime,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Judy Mowatt,
The Misunderstood,
Skriet,
Gang Green,
New Age Steppers,
Soft Cell,
The United States of America,
Animal Collective,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joy Division,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scan 7,
Rufus Thomas,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.