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 Qatar and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Radio Birdman to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin 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 rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
In Retrospect,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dave Gahan,
Donny Hathaway,
John Lydon,
Stereo Dub,
Althea and Donna,
Sister Nancy,
Graham Central Station,
Eric B and Rakim,
Suburban Knight,
X-101,
Royal Trux,
Pylon,
Excepter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Supertramp,
Tim Buckley,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Morten Harket,
Inner City,
Goldenarms,
Cecil Taylor,
Harmonia,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sällskapet,
Oblivians,
The Moleskins,
Gichy Dan,
The Gap Band,
The Leaves,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Sherman,
The Count Five,
Robert Hood,
One Last Wish,
48th St. Collective,
Electric Prunes,
Barbara Tucker,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Man Parrish,
Dark Day,
Johnny Osbourne,
Malaria!,
Hasil Adkins,
Cymande,
The Dave Clark Five,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camberwell Now,
Deakin,
the Sonics,
Rapeman,
Yaz,
Roxy Music,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Swell Maps,
World's Most,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Warsaw,
Bobby Byrd,
Drive Like Jehu,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.