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 Kenya and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Mad Mike to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Thompson Twins,
Circle Jerks,
Brothers Johnson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joensuu 1685,
Electric Prunes,
Patti Smith,
Talk Talk,
Hardrive,
Underground Resistance,
Ken Boothe,
Can,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Althea and Donna,
The J.B.'s,
Reagan Youth,
The Zeros,
10cc,
The Black Dice,
The Cowsills,
Excepter,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobby Byrd,
Junior Murvin,
Terry Callier,
Henry Cow,
Arthur Verocai,
The Smiths,
Byron Stingily,
A Flock of Seagulls,
June Days,
Johnny Clarke,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Walker Brothers,
New York Dolls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dual Sessions,
Aaron Thompson,
Easy Going,
Black Pus,
Frankie Knuckles,
Colin Newman,
Eli Mardock,
The Fuzztones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bauhaus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Durutti Column,
KRS-One,
Animal Collective,
Pierre Henry,
The Gun Club,
The Dave Clark Five,
Quantec,
The Mighty Diamonds,
X-Ray Spex,
Interpol,
Rufus Thomas,
Franke,
Wings,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.