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 Mauritius and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Qualms to the funk 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 a rhodes and a harpsichord 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 arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
The Blackbyrds,
Inner City,
the Human League,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stetsasonic,
Piero Umiliani,
The Modern Lovers,
Sun City Girls,
Oblivians,
Bootsy Collins,
The Techniques,
Sister Nancy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stockholm Monsters,
Al Stewart,
Talk Talk,
Laurel Aitken,
Brick,
Rites of Spring,
Niagra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gladiators,
David McCallum,
Ohio Players,
Monks,
Trumans Water,
David Bowie,
Echospace,
Skaos,
The Tremeloes,
Hashim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sugar Minott,
Franke,
Boredoms,
The Raincoats,
Negative Approach,
The Doors,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ornette Coleman,
Lower 48,
Stiv Bators,
Cluster,
Gong,
Gregory Isaacs,
Todd Rundgren,
Loose Ends,
Fatback Band,
Minny Pops,
Funky Four + One,
Michelle Simonal,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Judy Mowatt,
Vladislav Delay,
the Normal,
The Beau Brummels,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.