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 Taiwan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe 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 Jacques Brel to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a mellotron 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 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Spandau Ballet,
Public Enemy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Buckinghams,
Darondo,
Ohio Players,
Television,
Bluetip,
Todd Terry,
Boredoms,
Scan 7,
Glambeats Corp.,
kango's stein massive,
Simply Red,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Robert Görl,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deepchord,
Joe Finger,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Vainqueur,
Los Fastidios,
Unrelated Segments,
Warsaw,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The New Christs,
Bobby Sherman,
Minnie Riperton,
The Saints,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Glenn Branca,
Marine Girls,
Scrapy,
Bob Dylan,
Avey Tare,
The Blues Magoos,
The Mojo Men,
The Divine Comedy,
Johnny Osbourne,
D'Angelo,
The Fall,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Busters,
Jacob Miller,
The Index,
Eve St. Jones,
Quantec,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joe Smooth,
The Golliwogs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soft Machine,
Yaz,
Popol Vuh,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Detroit Cobras,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.