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 Cuba and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Thompson Twins to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kerri Chandler,
The Buckinghams,
L. Decosne,
These Immortal Souls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dave Gahan,
Royal Trux,
Franke,
Subhumans,
Letta Mbulu,
E-Dancer,
Pussy Galore,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nick Fraelich,
Basic Channel,
Black Pus,
June Days,
Roy Ayers,
Shuggie Otis,
The Toasters,
Suburban Knight,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
World's Most,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ronnie Foster,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bootsy Collins,
The Stooges,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Slits,
Dawn Penn,
H. Thieme,
Sandy B,
Morten Harket,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
D'Angelo,
Stiv Bators,
X-Ray Spex,
The Cramps,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Urselle,
Pantytec,
Janne Schatter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Q and Not U,
David Axelrod,
Wally Richardson,
Jawbox,
Ice-T,
The Searchers,
Darondo,
Joy Division,
Oneida,
U.S. Maple,
Charles Mingus,
The Barracudas,
Flipper,
Curtis Mayfield,
Flash Fearless,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.