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 Ivory Coast and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Delon & Dalcan to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro 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 arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Isaac Hayes,
FM Einheit,
Al Stewart,
The Vogues,
Rod Modell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Johnny Osbourne,
Graham Central Station,
Heaven 17,
Newcleus,
Banda Bassotti,
Masters at Work,
Underground Resistance,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Faraquet,
Susan Cadogan,
John Holt,
The Dirtbombs,
Tommy Roe,
Harmonia,
10cc,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Animal Collective,
Pierre Henry,
Avey Tare,
Audionom,
Skriet,
Marshall Jefferson,
Young Marble Giants,
Joy Division,
The Monochrome Set,
ABC,
Kool Moe Dee,
Absolute Body Control,
The Skatalites,
Camberwell Now,
Jeff Mills,
Porter Ricks,
The Searchers,
Accadde A,
MDC,
Bluetip,
Symarip,
Skarface,
The Knickerbockers,
Warsaw,
Maurizio,
Roxy Music,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultra Naté,
Depeche Mode,
Black Flag,
These Immortal Souls,
Roy Ayers,
Davy DMX,
Nirvana,
Ornette Coleman,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.