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 Nigeria and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
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 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 Q and Not U to the rap 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet 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 snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Bill Near,
Kaleidoscope,
Suicide,
ABBA,
The Tremeloes,
World's Most,
Bobby Sherman,
The Associates,
Panda Bear,
Mars,
Flash Fearless,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stiv Bators,
T.S.O.L.,
Make Up,
The Skatalites,
Intrusion,
The Smoke,
Jacques Brel,
Fugazi,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Josef K,
Roxy Music,
The Electric Prunes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Techniques,
Lou Christie,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Fania All-Stars,
June of 44,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Godley & Creme,
Delon & Dalcan,
Theoretical Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
The Black Dice,
This Heat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Goldenarms,
The American Breed,
Sugar Minott,
The Modern Lovers,
The Trojans,
Terry Callier,
Pulsallama,
The Leaves,
Pagans,
F. McDonald,
Jacob Miller,
Barry Ungar,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tomorrow,
Dark Day,
Amon Düül II,
The Knickerbockers,
Motorama,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minny Pops,
Quando Quango,
Scion,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.