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 Costa Rica and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Stetsasonic to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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,
Colin Newman,
The Young Rascals,
Erykah Badu,
Altered Images,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Interpol,
The Invisible,
The Grass Roots,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tubeway Army,
T. Rex,
The Human League,
Crime,
Parry Music,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Harry Pussy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Mojo Men,
The Motions,
Jimmy McGriff,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jawbox,
Pussy Galore,
T.S.O.L.,
Deepchord,
The Real Kids,
Black Bananas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Andrew Hill,
Suicide,
Stiv Bators,
Wasted Youth,
Newcleus,
Jeff Mills,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Buckinghams,
Delon & Dalcan,
Country Teasers,
a-ha,
The Pretty Things,
Minnie Riperton,
Metal Thangz,
Gabor Szabo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pantaleimon,
Avey Tare,
Nik Kershaw,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang Starr,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joyce Sims,
10cc,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Davy DMX,
Das Ding,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.