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 Antigua and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes 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 New Age Steppers to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lindisfarne,
Loose Ends,
Swell Maps,
Avey Tare,
The Cramps,
Agent Orange,
Tomorrow,
Ken Boothe,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Wake,
Godley & Creme,
Aural Exciters,
Wasted Youth,
Thee Headcoats,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Q65,
Cal Tjader,
Hashim,
Sixth Finger,
Jacques Brel,
Funky Four + One,
Scion,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Junior Murvin,
John Coltrane,
Black Flag,
Faraquet,
Amazonics,
Derrick May,
The Mummies,
Chrome,
Mission of Burma,
Smog,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kas Product,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Average White Band,
Black Bananas,
Amon Düül,
The Smiths,
Banda Bassotti,
Mark Hollis,
E-Dancer,
The Gun Club,
Moss Icon,
Erykah Badu,
Fugazi,
Moebius,
Electric Prunes,
Con Funk Shun,
The Raincoats,
Electric Light Orchestra,
X-Ray Spex,
Jacob Miller,
Steve Hackett,
kango's stein massive,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Judy Mowatt,
Juan Atkins,
The Cowsills,
cv313,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.