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 Venezuela and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ultimate Spinach to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 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 oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fuzztones,
Adolescents,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hardrive,
Los Fastidios,
New Age Steppers,
Porter Ricks,
Tomorrow,
The Smiths,
Lucky Dragons,
D'Angelo,
Bronski Beat,
Sandy B,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Seeds,
Terry Callier,
Hoover,
Brothers Johnson,
Dual Sessions,
Sun Ra,
Mandrill,
Minutemen,
Prince Buster,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Boogie Down Productions,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Velvet Underground,
The Invisible,
a-ha,
Rufus Thomas,
The Zeros,
Soulsonic Force,
Vainqueur,
Henry Cow,
Model 500,
The Residents,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Matthew Halsall,
Connie Case,
Khruangbin,
Theoretical Girls,
Visage,
Rapeman,
Surgeon,
Moss Icon,
Reuben Wilson,
The Dave Clark Five,
48th St. Collective,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Doors,
The Wake,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dave Gahan,
Absolute Body Control,
Banda Bassotti,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Cale,
The Fortunes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.