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 Algeria and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eric Copeland to the dance 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Iggy Pop,
the Germs,
Tommy Roe,
Young Marble Giants,
Bad Manners,
The Moleskins,
Skaos,
Fela Kuti,
Aloha Tigers,
The J.B.'s,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Patti Smith,
Alison Limerick,
John Holt,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Litter,
Electric Prunes,
Camouflage,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Dirtbombs,
Pierre Henry,
T. Rex,
Aural Exciters,
The Raincoats,
Bush Tetras,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Sonics,
Arab on Radar,
The Victims,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bill Near,
Tres Demented,
Nik Kershaw,
The Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Colin Newman,
ABC,
New Age Steppers,
Sarah Menescal,
Slave,
the Normal,
The Cramps,
Harpers Bizarre,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Intrusion,
Television,
Gang of Four,
Essential Logic,
Piero Umiliani,
Chris Corsano,
The Evens,
Fat Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rufus Thomas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Panda Bear,
D'Angelo,
Crime,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.