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 Congo and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Moody Blues to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Soul II Soul,
Judy Mowatt,
Juan Atkins,
The Tremeloes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Chris & Cosey,
Sun Ra,
Absolute Body Control,
Schoolly D,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lyres,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sarah Menescal,
Dark Day,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Womack,
H. Thieme,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Harpers Bizarre,
June Days,
Nico,
The Cramps,
Crash Course in Science,
Darondo,
Mad Mike,
Youth Brigade,
The Alarm Clocks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gregory Isaacs,
Anakelly,
Wire,
Kayak,
Sugar Minott,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jeru the Damaja,
Reuben Wilson,
Average White Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cecil Taylor,
The Sonics,
Yellowson,
Procol Harum,
Jeff Lynne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roger Hodgson,
Qualms,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Human League,
Lalann,
Magma,
China Crisis,
Lindisfarne,
Henry Cow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Das Ding,
Leonard Cohen,
Grauzone,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.