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 South Sudan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Subhumans to the disco 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 a spring reverb and a harpsichord 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Red Krayola,
Ultimate Spinach,
World's Most,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Davy DMX,
Sun City Girls,
Neil Young,
Mo-Dettes,
Ornette Coleman,
Darondo,
Intrusion,
Tom Boy,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Slits,
Swell Maps,
Lucky Dragons,
The American Breed,
Simply Red,
Heaven 17,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ultravox,
Oneida,
The Angels of Light,
The Dead C,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
June of 44,
F. McDonald,
UT,
Royal Trux,
Al Stewart,
Rites of Spring,
Wire,
China Crisis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Slave,
The United States of America,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Inner City,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tres Demented,
The Durutti Column,
Vladislav Delay,
Deakin,
Peter and Kerry,
Don Cherry,
The Cowsills,
Johnny Osbourne,
Motorama,
Harmonia,
KRS-One,
ABC,
Gang Starr,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Music Machine,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Livin' Joy,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.