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 Malta and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 A Certain Ratio to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Godley & Creme,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
David Bowie,
Skriet,
James White and The Blacks,
Carl Craig,
Eden Ahbez,
Hot Snakes,
Terry Callier,
Al Stewart,
New Age Steppers,
Easy Going,
The Happenings,
Tom Boy,
The Buckinghams,
Silicon Teens,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rufus Thomas,
The Sound,
Lakeside,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Red Krayola,
Bootsy Collins,
Hoover,
Lyres,
Chris & Cosey,
Jacob Miller,
Audionom,
Pet Shop Boys,
Severed Heads,
Minnie Riperton,
Roy Ayers,
the Normal,
Guru Guru,
The Associates,
Bobby Womack,
Depeche Mode,
Scan 7,
The Moleskins,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Selecter,
One Last Wish,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Slits,
Qualms,
L. Decosne,
MDC,
Motorama,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Flash Fearless,
The Doors,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Japan,
Camouflage,
Matthew Halsall,
Kool Moe Dee,
Accadde A,
Arthur Verocai,
Inner City,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.