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 Bahrain and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Morten Harket to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord 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 arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Rotary Connection,
Deepchord,
China Crisis,
Lindisfarne,
Tim Buckley,
Iggy Pop,
Los Fastidios,
Tres Demented,
Surgeon,
Lightning Bolt,
Neil Young,
Shuggie Otis,
Cecil Taylor,
Barry Ungar,
Reagan Youth,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cowsills,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Derrick May,
Cameo,
The Birthday Party,
Japan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DNA,
The Stooges,
Lungfish,
ABC,
Public Enemy,
Soft Machine,
Drexciya,
Mad Mike,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Pretty Things,
48th St. Collective,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rhythm & Sound,
Byron Stingily,
Aloha Tigers,
The Misunderstood,
The Electric Prunes,
Jerry's Kids,
Curtis Mayfield,
Andrew Hill,
Steve Hackett,
Tubeway Army,
Frankie Knuckles,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Last Poets,
CMW,
Skriet,
Chris Corsano,
In Retrospect,
Scratch Acid,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
H. Thieme,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.