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 Montenegro and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the techno 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Average White Band,
Symarip,
Easy Going,
Swell Maps,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mission of Burma,
The Real Kids,
Fat Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultravox,
Bill Near,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Stooges,
Thee Headcoats,
Ludus,
Kayak,
Chris Corsano,
Deadbeat,
the Fania All-Stars,
Terry Callier,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dead Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
Zapp,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Guru Guru,
Con Funk Shun,
Massinfluence,
Jandek,
Arcadia,
Panda Bear,
Mantronix,
Sällskapet,
Flash Fearless,
The Evens,
Surgeon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Television,
The Names,
Johnny Clarke,
Soul Sonic Force,
Neil Young,
CMW,
Pagans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lakeside,
Wings,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cal Tjader,
Gregory Isaacs,
AZ,
The Fall,
Roy Ayers,
Sixth Finger,
Agent Orange,
Piero Umiliani,
F. McDonald,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.