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 Iran and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin 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 Carl Craig 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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin 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 marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Second Layer,
Audionom,
Kurtis Blow,
Country Teasers,
Matthew Bourne,
Yazoo,
Dark Day,
Soul II Soul,
Skaos,
Matthew Halsall,
Jerry's Kids,
Swell Maps,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Anakelly,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marcia Griffiths,
Chris & Cosey,
Joe Finger,
Toni Rubio,
Bush Tetras,
Con Funk Shun,
The Misunderstood,
Clear Light,
In Retrospect,
Pantytec,
The Barracudas,
China Crisis,
MDC,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Standells,
Niagra,
Rod Modell,
Scott Walker,
Traffic Nightmare,
A Certain Ratio,
Outsiders,
Inner City,
Heaven 17,
Popol Vuh,
OOIOO,
Marmalade,
Ultravox,
Avey Tare,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Todd Terry,
KRS-One,
The Real Kids,
Flash Fearless,
The Human League,
Eli Mardock,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Davy DMX,
The Cowsills,
The Pretty Things,
Gong,
Marc Almond,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Evens,
Royal Trux,
Bob Dylan,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.