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 Argentina and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
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 theremin 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 Robert Hood to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ 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 synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joy Division,
Monks,
Slick Rick,
The Slits,
Black Sheep,
Excepter,
The American Breed,
Kaleidoscope,
Liliput,
Ituana,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Circle Jerks,
Oneida,
Eurythmics,
The Human League,
UT,
Groovy Waters,
Smog,
The Remains,
ABBA,
The Stooges,
The Martian,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wings,
Organ,
Nik Kershaw,
The Shadows of Knight,
Young Marble Giants,
The Dave Clark Five,
Robert Hood,
Amazonics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Sonics,
Malaria!,
Kas Product,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tom Boy,
Josef K,
Alison Limerick,
Sällskapet,
Pole,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gun Club,
Agent Orange,
Radiohead,
Ultravox,
Nirvana,
The Trojans,
Brand Nubian,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Banda Bassotti,
Crooked Eye,
The Buckinghams,
In Retrospect,
Flamin' Groovies,
Altered Images,
B.T. Express,
Pulsallama,
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.