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 Togo and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the techno 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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe 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 güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Visage,
Model 500,
Kas Product,
The Knickerbockers,
Pole,
Swans,
Magazine,
Outsiders,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ten City,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Arthur Verocai,
Vainqueur,
Marcia Griffiths,
Inner City,
Groovy Waters,
The Blackbyrds,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scion,
Yazoo,
The Stooges,
Camberwell Now,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fela Kuti,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Laurel Aitken,
Moby Grape,
Mo-Dettes,
Robert Görl,
The Raincoats,
Rites of Spring,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hashim,
Boogie Down Productions,
Trumans Water,
Infiniti,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pierre Henry,
Derrick May,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
La Düsseldorf,
Pagans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nils Olav,
Suicide,
Peter & Gordon,
Henry Cow,
The Flesh Eaters,
Electric Prunes,
Unwound,
Scientists,
The Zeros,
Lakeside,
Con Funk Shun,
Excepter,
Radio Birdman,
Cheater Slicks,
Neil Young,
Whodini,
Newcleus,
The Red Krayola,
Shuggie Otis,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.