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 Czech Republic and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Average White Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Fad Gadget,
Wire,
Bang On A Can,
Pussy Galore,
Andrew Hill,
Don Cherry,
Charles Mingus,
Sun Ra,
Shuggie Otis,
La Düsseldorf,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
X-102,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Heaven 17,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bronski Beat,
Adolescents,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Section 25,
The Barracudas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Livin' Joy,
The Fire Engines,
Radio Birdman,
The Birthday Party,
Albert Ayler,
The Techniques,
Faust,
Al Stewart,
Moebius,
EPMD,
These Immortal Souls,
Byron Stingily,
the Normal,
Talk Talk,
Johnny Clarke,
Funkadelic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Siglo XX,
The Angels of Light,
New Age Steppers,
Mark Hollis,
Dual Sessions,
the Germs,
Stetsasonic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Amazonics,
Stereo Dub,
Harry Pussy,
Gong,
Spoonie Gee,
Laurel Aitken,
The New Christs,
Average White Band,
The Motions,
The Mojo Men,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.