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 Belgium and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet 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 Offenders to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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?
Tropical Tobacco,
Sister Nancy,
The Slackers,
Au Pairs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jeff Lynne,
Ronnie Foster,
Leonard Cohen,
Drexciya,
Roxy Music,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mo-Dettes,
Supertramp,
Pole,
Alice Coltrane,
K-Klass,
The Blues Magoos,
The Pop Group,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hasil Adkins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mission of Burma,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Modern Lovers,
cv313,
Bootsy Collins,
Robert Görl,
Pere Ubu,
The Gories,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eden Ahbez,
F. McDonald,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cluster,
Godley & Creme,
ABC,
Alton Ellis,
Wally Richardson,
Von Mondo,
Jacob Miller,
Electric Prunes,
David McCallum,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gladiators,
Mantronix,
T. Rex,
Essential Logic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joyce Sims,
Pussy Galore,
Sun City Girls,
Kayak,
Dual Sessions,
Rites of Spring,
MDC,
Clear Light,
Henry Cow,
The Cramps,
Rekid,
Dead Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
Maurizio,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.