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 Bangladesh and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 David McCallum to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Suicide,
Soul Sonic Force,
48th St. Collective,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Moby Grape,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Sheep,
Jerry's Kids,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobby Sherman,
cv313,
Prince Buster,
Morten Harket,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang of Four,
a-ha,
Godley & Creme,
Peter and Kerry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ituana,
Loose Ends,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
R.M.O.,
Sparks,
Roy Ayers,
kango's stein massive,
The Slits,
Camberwell Now,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crash Course in Science,
Sonny Sharrock,
LL Cool J,
Arcadia,
Jandek,
UT,
Skaos,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Connie Case,
Radio Birdman,
Laurel Aitken,
Joyce Sims,
The Cowsills,
The Kinks,
Sister Nancy,
Franke,
Kerri Chandler,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tubeway Army,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Spandau Ballet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Knickerbockers,
Graham Central Station,
AZ,
Roger Hodgson,
The Stooges,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.