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 South Sudan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Amon Düül II 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
This Heat,
Soft Machine,
Nico,
The Red Krayola,
Alice Coltrane,
Alton Ellis,
Scientists,
The Pop Group,
The Walker Brothers,
The Music Machine,
Con Funk Shun,
L. Decosne,
Roxy Music,
Ludus,
Skriet,
June Days,
The Shadows of Knight,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marvin Gaye,
Yusef Lateef,
U.S. Maple,
Supertramp,
Ponytail,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Colin Newman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sound Behaviour,
Mr. Review,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crooked Eye,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wolf Eyes,
Dead Boys,
Al Stewart,
Surgeon,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Byrd,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Moody Blues,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cheater Slicks,
The Mojo Men,
Joensuu 1685,
Mark Hollis,
Thompson Twins,
The Toasters,
Section 25,
The Blues Magoos,
Soul Sonic Force,
Second Layer,
The Vogues,
Bronski Beat,
Subhumans,
Skaos,
Rod Modell,
Black Bananas,
The New Christs,
Accadde A,
Vladislav Delay,
Can,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.