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 Nepal and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 World's Most to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Bootsy Collins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tomorrow,
Pagans,
Zapp,
Fad Gadget,
UT,
Gong,
Talk Talk,
Lindisfarne,
Rapeman,
Audionom,
Scratch Acid,
Zero Boys,
The American Breed,
The Wake,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Janne Schatter,
The Associates,
Excepter,
Sixth Finger,
Nas,
Quando Quango,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Walker Brothers,
The Dead C,
Camberwell Now,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Morten Harket,
Saccharine Trust,
Soft Cell,
The Standells,
Y Pants,
Dave Gahan,
The Victims,
Wolf Eyes,
Funkadelic,
The Sound,
Circle Jerks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dark Day,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultra Naté,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Erykah Badu,
Sugar Minott,
Traffic Nightmare,
Robert Wyatt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Avey Tare,
Nico,
Ultravox,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Saints,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
World's Most,
Matthew Bourne,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Red Krayola,
Kas Product,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.