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 Africa and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 punk 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soul Sonic Force,
Theoretical Girls,
EPMD,
Schoolly D,
Quando Quango,
Sight & Sound,
the Slits,
H. Thieme,
Television,
Deakin,
Von Mondo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Funky Four + One,
Drive Like Jehu,
Spandau Ballet,
Yusef Lateef,
Juan Atkins,
Symarip,
Au Pairs,
Inner City,
Ken Boothe,
Guru Guru,
MC5,
The Index,
The Victims,
Tom Boy,
Main Source,
Shoche,
Lower 48,
PIL,
Outsiders,
La Düsseldorf,
Cal Tjader,
Fugazi,
Jacques Brel,
Ultravox,
New Order,
Camouflage,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bauhaus,
Ronnie Foster,
10cc,
Grauzone,
Circle Jerks,
X-Ray Spex,
Vainqueur,
Donny Hathaway,
The Birthday Party,
The Kinks,
The Associates,
Lebanon Hanover,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mars,
Dawn Penn,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.