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 Liechtenstein and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Rapeman to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gories. 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 grunge 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 808 and a snare 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 linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Junior Murvin,
Sparks,
Soulsonic Force,
the Sonics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joe Finger,
Moebius,
Pere Ubu,
Tomorrow,
Stereo Dub,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Amon Düül II,
Glambeats Corp.,
Darondo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Second Layer,
MDC,
Charles Mingus,
Fad Gadget,
Steve Hackett,
The Black Dice,
Bootsy Collins,
Dead Boys,
Juan Atkins,
Delon & Dalcan,
Subhumans,
Masters at Work,
Average White Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Q and Not U,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Normal,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mad Mike,
Peter & Gordon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mary Jane Girls,
Heaven 17,
Animal Collective,
Faraquet,
The Happenings,
Rhythm & Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
Circle Jerks,
Byron Stingily,
La Düsseldorf,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Doors,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alice Coltrane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aaron Thompson,
Crooked Eye,
Nirvana,
Eurythmics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.