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 Poland and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lalann to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe 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 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Thompson Twins,
Tommy Roe,
Hashim,
The Evens,
The J.B.'s,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Harry Pussy,
Pylon,
Das Ding,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gong,
Flipper,
DNA,
Lightning Bolt,
David Bowie,
Tears for Fears,
Roxette,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Los Fastidios,
Sun City Girls,
Henry Cow,
Stereo Dub,
Terry Callier,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Suburban Knight,
Lakeside,
Connie Case,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobby Byrd,
Trumans Water,
Main Source,
Rufus Thomas,
Television Personalities,
Flash Fearless,
Quando Quango,
Ornette Coleman,
Stetsasonic,
Scion,
Quadrant,
Bang On A Can,
Von Mondo,
Negative Approach,
Robert Wyatt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
David Axelrod,
10cc,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Whodini,
Alton Ellis,
The Gladiators,
Procol Harum,
Joy Division,
Rites of Spring,
The Gun Club,
Au Pairs,
Gregory Isaacs,
New York Dolls,
Talk Talk,
Marshall Jefferson,
Niagra,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.