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 Papua New Guinea and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Minny Pops to the jazz 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum 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?
Arab on Radar,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Supertramp,
Clear Light,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alice Coltrane,
The Misunderstood,
Simply Red,
Aaron Thompson,
Skarface,
Sandy B,
Main Source,
The Human League,
Althea and Donna,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lungfish,
Sarah Menescal,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Selecter,
Mandrill,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eve St. Jones,
The Stooges,
F. McDonald,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Maurizio,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Trojans,
Dark Day,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Toni Rubio,
Surgeon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Todd Rundgren,
Ice-T,
Jacques Brel,
Talk Talk,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camouflage,
Youth Brigade,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rekid,
Basic Channel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Techniques,
Matthew Bourne,
Kayak,
Lucky Dragons,
Stiv Bators,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mad Mike,
Vainqueur,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Curtis Mayfield,
Peter & Gordon,
Derrick May,
The United States of America,
The Gladiators,
The Slackers,
Danielle Patucci,
Pere Ubu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.