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 Swaziland and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Oblivians to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a guitar 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 snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Chris & Cosey,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hashim,
The Fuzztones,
Michelle Simonal,
K-Klass,
Aloha Tigers,
Magazine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fortunes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Smog,
Danielle Patucci,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gichy Dan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cheater Slicks,
Ken Boothe,
Johnny Clarke,
Heaven 17,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jeff Lynne,
Vladislav Delay,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soft Machine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Underground Resistance,
Sex Pistols,
Groovy Waters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Robert Wyatt,
B.T. Express,
The Searchers,
Bootsy Collins,
Laurel Aitken,
The Blues Magoos,
Eden Ahbez,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Young Rascals,
Moebius,
Scrapy,
Make Up,
The Fire Engines,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pole,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cluster,
the Sonics,
David Bowie,
The Victims,
Boredoms,
Barclay James Harvest,
L. Decosne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Masters at Work,
Inner City,
X-101,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.