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 San Marino 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer 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 Brass Construction to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a snare 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Aural Exciters,
Darondo,
Lightning Bolt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Sherman,
the Swans,
Royal Trux,
Trumans Water,
B.T. Express,
Dual Sessions,
Ice-T,
Icehouse,
Khruangbin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Oneida,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soft Machine,
Aloha Tigers,
Eli Mardock,
Maleditus Sound,
Agitation Free,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tom Boy,
The Young Rascals,
Alphaville,
Pole,
Soulsonic Force,
The Star Department,
Parry Music,
Audionom,
Brass Construction,
John Coltrane,
10cc,
Talk Talk,
Sonic Youth,
Fat Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joensuu 1685,
The Mojo Men,
The Smiths,
MC5,
Second Layer,
Vainqueur,
Prince Buster,
Alison Limerick,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camberwell Now,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Harry Pussy,
The Walker Brothers,
Goldenarms,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wings,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soft Cell,
John Foxx,
Bill Wells,
Lucky Dragons,
Organ,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.