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 Yemen and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba 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 Jerry's Kids to the rock 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Curtis Mayfield,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pagans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Patti Smith,
Brothers Johnson,
Japan,
Juan Atkins,
New York Dolls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lucky Dragons,
Ponytail,
Morten Harket,
Deepchord,
Desert Stars,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mandrill,
the Association,
Delta 5,
Adolescents,
Second Layer,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Detroit Cobras,
Minnie Riperton,
Sparks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
B.T. Express,
Soft Machine,
Jeru the Damaja,
Darondo,
Mission of Burma,
Tom Boy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Foxx,
Graham Central Station,
Hot Snakes,
Unwound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Visage,
MDC,
Depeche Mode,
The Martian,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wally Richardson,
Whodini,
Q and Not U,
The Young Rascals,
the Human League,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Standells,
Gang Starr,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Inner City,
48th St. Collective,
The Slits,
The Moody Blues,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.