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 Ivory Coast and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Robert Palmer 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 Tremeloes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soulsonic Force,
Peter and Kerry,
Kaleidoscope,
The Real Kids,
Pantytec,
Lindisfarne,
Crispian St. Peters,
Circle Jerks,
In Retrospect,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nik Kershaw,
The United States of America,
Depeche Mode,
R.M.O.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
K-Klass,
Smog,
Fear,
Surgeon,
Derrick Morgan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lungfish,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Sherman,
Thompson Twins,
Neu!,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sparks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Smoke,
Scientists,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Association,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sandy B,
Bill Wells,
Subhumans,
Monolake,
Lightning Bolt,
John Cale,
Inner City,
Adolescents,
A Certain Ratio,
The J.B.'s,
The Moleskins,
Fluxion,
Lakeside,
Fatback Band,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Reed,
Kenny Larkin,
Organ,
Icehouse,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Man Eating Sloth,
Boredoms,
Donny Hathaway,
Rod Modell,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.