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 Solomon Islands and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba 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 linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Marmalade,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nik Kershaw,
Gong,
Grey Daturas,
Crooked Eye,
Sparks,
Alphaville,
the Bar-Kays,
June of 44,
Steve Hackett,
The Electric Prunes,
Excepter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Television,
Leonard Cohen,
Average White Band,
Sandy B,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Spandau Ballet,
Funkadelic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Janne Schatter,
Barry Ungar,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fad Gadget,
PIL,
Kas Product,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eurythmics,
The J.B.'s,
Mary Jane Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Saints,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Harry Pussy,
The Slits,
Metal Thangz,
Underground Resistance,
Laurel Aitken,
Alice Coltrane,
Thee Headcoats,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dual Sessions,
10cc,
Surgeon,
Junior Murvin,
Soul II Soul,
Rapeman,
Bush Tetras,
The Remains,
The Angels of Light,
Donald Byrd,
Kurtis Blow,
Harmonia,
The Alarm Clocks,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Association,
Liliput,
Flamin' Groovies,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.