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 Bahamas 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb 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 Music Machine to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 linndrum and a rhodes 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 spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
K-Klass,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roy Ayers,
The Techniques,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cheater Slicks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Velvet Underground,
James White and The Blacks,
Sällskapet,
Neil Young,
Massinfluence,
Porter Ricks,
Jandek,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The New Christs,
Minor Threat,
Matthew Bourne,
Aswad,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Animal Collective,
Lee Hazlewood,
Japan,
Gong,
The Blackbyrds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Niagra,
Fluxion,
The Victims,
Jawbox,
Ronan,
Slick Rick,
Freddie Wadling,
Toni Rubio,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
ABBA,
The Tremeloes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alphaville,
Sarah Menescal,
Nils Olav,
Robert Hood,
Scrapy,
Circle Jerks,
Isaac Hayes,
Althea and Donna,
The Count Five,
Barbara Tucker,
ABC,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wings,
Blake Baxter,
Laurel Aitken,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Happenings,
Au Pairs,
Maleditus Sound,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.