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 Tajikistan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Magazine,
Ponytail,
Suburban Knight,
Ten City,
The Flesh Eaters,
Albert Ayler,
Rod Modell,
Todd Rundgren,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hoover,
Rotary Connection,
Guru Guru,
Pantaleimon,
The Five Americans,
Rakim,
Mission of Burma,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Blackbyrds,
Brass Construction,
Joey Negro,
Pet Shop Boys,
The United States of America,
The Walker Brothers,
Boz Scaggs,
Chris Corsano,
La Düsseldorf,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rufus Thomas,
Unrelated Segments,
Arab on Radar,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dawn Penn,
Von Mondo,
Bill Near,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Sheep,
Sun City Girls,
Pierre Henry,
Radio Birdman,
Bush Tetras,
Oblivians,
Whodini,
Black Bananas,
Black Flag,
Second Layer,
The Evens,
Charles Mingus,
Zero Boys,
Massinfluence,
the Soft Cell,
Derrick May,
Wasted Youth,
Isaac Hayes,
The Martian,
Blossom Toes,
Television,
Bob Dylan,
Shoche,
MC5,
Pharoah Sanders,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.