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 Antigua and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Ohio Players,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Faust,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aaron Thompson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Dolphy,
The Dead C,
R.M.O.,
the Association,
The Evens,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Agitation Free,
The Grass Roots,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Happenings,
Eden Ahbez,
Surgeon,
Dead Boys,
Accadde A,
Kayak,
The Cramps,
EPMD,
Reuben Wilson,
Jerry's Kids,
The Divine Comedy,
Ken Boothe,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Byrd,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fall,
Swans,
Masters at Work,
Derrick May,
Sun City Girls,
The Buckinghams,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Lydon,
Cheater Slicks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Animal Collective,
Glambeats Corp.,
Byron Stingily,
Theoretical Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mandrill,
FM Einheit,
The Slackers,
Fat Boys,
Drexciya,
Flipper,
Negative Approach,
Eddi Front,
The Selecter,
Dave Gahan,
Grey Daturas,
The Alarm Clocks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roxette,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.