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 Haiti and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Guru Guru to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Gabor Szabo,
The Litter,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rakim,
Mo-Dettes,
Barrington Levy,
Von Mondo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Thee Headcoats,
Visage,
Lungfish,
Big Daddy Kane,
Subhumans,
EPMD,
Nation of Ulysses,
Porter Ricks,
David Bowie,
Newcleus,
Scratch Acid,
Prince Buster,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bizarre Inc.,
Terry Callier,
Cybotron,
DNA,
Y Pants,
Mandrill,
Wally Richardson,
Royal Trux,
Magazine,
Mad Mike,
The Detroit Cobras,
OOIOO,
Sly & The Family Stone,
ABBA,
the Normal,
Ken Boothe,
Banda Bassotti,
8 Eyed Spy,
a-ha,
Ossler,
Electric Prunes,
The Birthday Party,
The Victims,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Can,
The Dave Clark Five,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Robert Wyatt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Cramps,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deakin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gong,
The Names,
Anthony Braxton,
B.T. Express,
Brothers Johnson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Foxx,
The Wake,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.