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 Singapore 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Godley & Creme to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Arab on Radar,
Colin Newman,
The Wake,
Funkadelic,
Pere Ubu,
The Dead C,
Metal Thangz,
Al Stewart,
Barclay James Harvest,
Unwound,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jeff Lynne,
Wire,
Swans,
Trumans Water,
Girls At Our Best!,
Zapp,
Jerry's Kids,
Eden Ahbez,
Pagans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Shoche,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lyres,
Hashim,
Donny Hathaway,
Gong,
The Alarm Clocks,
Drexciya,
Aloha Tigers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Howard Jones,
The Golliwogs,
Anthony Braxton,
the Human League,
kango's stein massive,
Peter and Kerry,
Altered Images,
Hardrive,
10cc,
Roy Ayers,
Theoretical Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
Todd Terry,
This Heat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Television Personalities,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Saints,
Alison Limerick,
The Associates,
Supertramp,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Kinks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.