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 Oman and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 48th St. Collective to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Neu!,
Radio Birdman,
The Walker Brothers,
Roxy Music,
China Crisis,
Joe Smooth,
Nik Kershaw,
Charles Mingus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Whodini,
Dennis Brown,
10cc,
The Slackers,
Flipper,
Basic Channel,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mo-Dettes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Section 25,
Robert Wyatt,
The Victims,
Alison Limerick,
Althea and Donna,
D'Angelo,
The Gap Band,
Dawn Penn,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soulsonic Force,
The Invisible,
The Cosmic Jokers,
ABBA,
Scratch Acid,
Easy Going,
T. Rex,
Spandau Ballet,
Peter and Kerry,
Second Layer,
Talk Talk,
U.S. Maple,
Marine Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soul II Soul,
Brick,
Unrelated Segments,
EPMD,
DJ Style,
Lucky Dragons,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Man Parrish,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Womack,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Byrd,
Soul Sonic Force,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rekid,
Inner City,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.