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 Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Connie Case to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Görl record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
The Grass Roots,
Joey Negro,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
A Certain Ratio,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bluetip,
The Human League,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Shoche,
Easy Going,
Wasted Youth,
L. Decosne,
EPMD,
John Foxx,
Sexual Harrassment,
Iggy Pop,
Cheater Slicks,
Drexciya,
Graham Central Station,
Barclay James Harvest,
Reuben Wilson,
Rosa Yemen,
Hardrive,
Mo-Dettes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Robert Wyatt,
The Skatalites,
X-102,
Crash Course in Science,
Slick Rick,
New Age Steppers,
Maurizio,
Jeff Mills,
The Moleskins,
Duran Duran,
Mars,
World's Most,
Carl Craig,
Darondo,
The Searchers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Remains,
Pulsallama,
The Electric Prunes,
Outsiders,
The Slits,
New York Dolls,
Smog,
The Doobie Brothers,
Thompson Twins,
Derrick May,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang Starr,
The Velvet Underground,
Tears for Fears,
Brick,
OOIOO,
Television,
UT,
The Trojans,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.