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 Somalia and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the grunge 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 snare and a güiro 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Grass Roots,
Barry Ungar,
The Angels of Light,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roy Ayers,
Colin Newman,
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Womack,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
New Order,
Maurizio,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Association,
Neil Young,
Minnie Riperton,
Todd Rundgren,
Dave Gahan,
the Bar-Kays,
Harmonia,
Fad Gadget,
Section 25,
DJ Sneak,
Newcleus,
the Sonics,
The Zeros,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hashim,
The Pop Group,
Peter and Kerry,
Das Ding,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fire Engines,
Jandek,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Golliwogs,
Quadrant,
Alphaville,
Black Moon,
Crooked Eye,
Oneida,
Delta 5,
Y Pants,
The New Christs,
Max Romeo,
Soft Machine,
Rakim,
Prince Buster,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Pretty Things,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Arab on Radar,
Soulsonic Force,
The Remains,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minutemen,
Piero Umiliani,
Pulsallama,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.