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 Brunei and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the disco 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 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 a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
The Pop Group,
The Gun Club,
The Fugs,
New York Dolls,
The Names,
Sandy B,
The Cowsills,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Last Poets,
CMW,
The Divine Comedy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ituana,
Monks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Panda Bear,
Au Pairs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Blake Baxter,
Grey Daturas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
In Retrospect,
Tres Demented,
Black Pus,
Saccharine Trust,
Alison Limerick,
Lower 48,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Flash Fearless,
Massinfluence,
The Litter,
Harpers Bizarre,
Quadrant,
Althea and Donna,
Matthew Halsall,
Steve Hackett,
Los Fastidios,
Urselle,
Subhumans,
Avey Tare,
Kerri Chandler,
the Germs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Sheep,
Kas Product,
Leonard Cohen,
Godley & Creme,
X-102,
Eric B and Rakim,
Susan Cadogan,
Pussy Galore,
T. Rex,
Faust,
Piero Umiliani,
Brand Nubian,
OOIOO,
EPMD,
Josef K,
The Misunderstood,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.