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 India 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb 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 Slave to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a mellotron 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 organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
The Residents,
The Move,
The Gun Club,
Darondo,
The Cowsills,
Kayak,
Glenn Branca,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Skaos,
Roxette,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aaron Thompson,
Depeche Mode,
Hoover,
Warren Ellis,
Sugar Minott,
The Offenders,
Marc Almond,
Ossler,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Beau Brummels,
Icehouse,
Slick Rick,
Wolf Eyes,
The Human League,
Lou Christie,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Swans,
Patti Smith,
Moebius,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang Green,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hot Snakes,
Silicon Teens,
Boogie Down Productions,
Neu!,
Erasure,
The Fugs,
Agent Orange,
Josef K,
Gichy Dan,
K-Klass,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
kango's stein massive,
Unrelated Segments,
Los Fastidios,
The Associates,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Underground Resistance,
Sun Ra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Boredoms,
The Fortunes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Evens,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.