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 Antigua and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 David McCallum to the rap 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
John Foxx,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eric Dolphy,
Pylon,
Robert Hood,
Zero Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Absolute Body Control,
Funky Four + One,
the Slits,
Sugar Minott,
Tim Buckley,
Henry Cow,
Kenny Larkin,
Skaos,
Wasted Youth,
Liliput,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Pretty Things,
Banda Bassotti,
The Searchers,
The Cramps,
Sonic Youth,
Mars,
Robert Wyatt,
Colin Newman,
Talk Talk,
The Monks,
Carl Craig,
Average White Band,
Qualms,
AZ,
Reagan Youth,
Ultra Naté,
Flamin' Groovies,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scion,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jacques Brel,
Hot Snakes,
Aaron Thompson,
Siglo XX,
Babytalk,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Last Poets,
The Buckinghams,
Can,
John Cale,
Theoretical Girls,
Pagans,
David Axelrod,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Bananas,
Whodini,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Real Kids,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pulsallama,
Patti Smith,
Marine Girls,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.