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 Bangladesh and from New York.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gang Green to the crunk 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bauhaus,
Cal Tjader,
Grauzone,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sight & Sound,
Nico,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mark Hollis,
Swans,
Mission of Burma,
Adolescents,
The Happenings,
Carl Craig,
Bluetip,
Scratch Acid,
Archie Shepp,
Ronan,
Joensuu 1685,
Hot Snakes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rites of Spring,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
David Axelrod,
Simply Red,
Buzzcocks,
Ten City,
Aloha Tigers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Faust,
Mad Mike,
Zapp,
the Association,
The Searchers,
Scion,
Unrelated Segments,
Althea and Donna,
Rapeman,
Letta Mbulu,
Rakim,
Banda Bassotti,
Moby Grape,
Rhythm & Sound,
Yellowson,
The Kinks,
Brass Construction,
Lalann,
Flipper,
Donald Byrd,
Minnie Riperton,
Clear Light,
Spoonie Gee,
X-102,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bang On A Can,
Quantec,
Wally Richardson,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.