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 Estonia and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Real Kids to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Human League,
Arab on Radar,
Tubeway Army,
Byron Stingily,
The Barracudas,
Dual Sessions,
Quando Quango,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Neu!,
Derrick Morgan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Grass Roots,
Excepter,
Slick Rick,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alison Limerick,
Urselle,
Fat Boys,
The Zeros,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nas,
Dennis Brown,
Babytalk,
New Order,
Monks,
Alice Coltrane,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Reed,
Johnny Osbourne,
June of 44,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sonic Youth,
PIL,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soft Cell,
Aloha Tigers,
Iggy Pop,
Bootsy Collins,
Stiv Bators,
The Monks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gories,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Lydon,
Bang On A Can,
Moebius,
The Smiths,
Black Sheep,
Matthew Bourne,
MC5,
Little Man,
Talk Talk,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
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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.