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 Palau and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The J.B.'s to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba 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 chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Davy DMX,
The Zeros,
Ken Boothe,
Supertramp,
The Black Dice,
Kenny Larkin,
Wire,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eurythmics,
Scratch Acid,
Yusef Lateef,
Soulsonic Force,
The Trojans,
Fela Kuti,
Rufus Thomas,
Von Mondo,
Yazoo,
Sam Rivers,
Procol Harum,
Radiopuhelimet,
Donny Hathaway,
Severed Heads,
Faust,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dawn Penn,
Bootsy Collins,
Tubeway Army,
Jacob Miller,
Guru Guru,
Q and Not U,
Model 500,
Ronan,
Amon Düül,
the Human League,
The Gories,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cameo,
Jawbox,
Pierre Henry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Simply Red,
Accadde A,
Delta 5,
Gang of Four,
Ohio Players,
Mantronix,
Cymande,
Basic Channel,
Black Flag,
Crispy Ambulance,
U.S. Maple,
Nation of Ulysses,
This Heat,
DNA,
Sällskapet,
Zapp,
Susan Cadogan,
Mr. Review,
The Names,
Minutemen,
AZ,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.