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 Cyprus and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the grunge 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Alice Coltrane,
Robert Görl,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cal Tjader,
Supertramp,
The Knickerbockers,
Yellowson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Second Layer,
Zero Boys,
Ludus,
D'Angelo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Slave,
The Mummies,
Arthur Verocai,
Anthony Braxton,
Organ,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Black Dice,
The Moody Blues,
The Standells,
Urselle,
Barclay James Harvest,
Quando Quango,
Piero Umiliani,
Warren Ellis,
The Vogues,
Das Ding,
Zapp,
Roxy Music,
The Names,
Lalann,
the Germs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Skaos,
Anakelly,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Skatalites,
Flash Fearless,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Sheep,
Minny Pops,
Marvin Gaye,
The Index,
Metal Thangz,
David Axelrod,
Peter & Gordon,
The Doobie Brothers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Delta 5,
Goldenarms,
Ornette Coleman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fad Gadget,
Ken Boothe,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Womack,
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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.