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 Russia and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Trumans Water to the electroclash 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
James White and The Blacks,
Scan 7,
Barry Ungar,
Soul Sonic Force,
LL Cool J,
MC5,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Wake,
Los Fastidios,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultimate Spinach,
Television Personalities,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Star Department,
Tres Demented,
Sixth Finger,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Flag,
Camberwell Now,
Jerry's Kids,
Hardrive,
Delon & Dalcan,
Freddie Wadling,
The Grass Roots,
Au Pairs,
Interpol,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Christie,
Rites of Spring,
Robert Wyatt,
World's Most,
Big Daddy Kane,
Liliput,
Rapeman,
The Tremeloes,
Juan Atkins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Country Teasers,
The Knickerbockers,
Hashim,
Little Man,
Agent Orange,
Brass Construction,
Mandrill,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Negative Approach,
Grey Daturas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Reagan Youth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Skriet,
Davy DMX,
Lower 48,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
These Immortal Souls,
Joyce Sims,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Shadows of Knight,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gong,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.