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 Armenia and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Camouflage to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
The Busters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Talk Talk,
The Angels of Light,
Vainqueur,
Jandek,
The Golliwogs,
Chrome,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Terry Callier,
Yaz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Litter,
Skaos,
X-102,
Tears for Fears,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alison Limerick,
The Fall,
Avey Tare,
The Tremeloes,
Skarface,
X-Ray Spex,
Arthur Verocai,
H. Thieme,
Arab on Radar,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Reed,
Khruangbin,
PIL,
Adolescents,
Sam Rivers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Can,
Cymande,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Byrd,
Althea and Donna,
Schoolly D,
Wally Richardson,
Cluster,
Morten Harket,
the Human League,
Charles Mingus,
Jeff Mills,
Mars,
Amazonics,
F. McDonald,
Arcadia,
The Sound,
Desert Stars,
Ultra Naté,
Andrew Hill,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Offenders,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Skatalites,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.