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 Indonesia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Parry Music to the rock 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord 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 rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Sherman,
Robert Hood,
Essential Logic,
A Certain Ratio,
Fad Gadget,
Eric Copeland,
Nils Olav,
The Cure,
The Motions,
Jandek,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Danielle Patucci,
B.T. Express,
48th St. Collective,
Eden Ahbez,
Rekid,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Normal,
Bush Tetras,
Dennis Brown,
Oneida,
Minny Pops,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scott Walker,
Q65,
Moby Grape,
Cybotron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dawn Penn,
Lalann,
Soul II Soul,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Womack,
Rod Modell,
Wolf Eyes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eurythmics,
Minor Threat,
Byron Stingily,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eddi Front,
Sam Rivers,
The Slits,
Jawbox,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Five Americans,
Tears for Fears,
Eyeless In Gaza,
R.M.O.,
Scrapy,
Idris Muhammad,
Minutemen,
In Retrospect,
Sight & Sound,
Royal Trux,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Dave Clark Five,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.