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 Taiwan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Arcadia to the disco 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro 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 guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Von Mondo,
The Smiths,
Warren Ellis,
Public Enemy,
Schoolly D,
Pussy Galore,
Eddi Front,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cameo,
Sun Ra,
The Standells,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Busters,
The Skatalites,
Faraquet,
the Human League,
Audionom,
Cluster,
Aaron Thompson,
Panda Bear,
David McCallum,
Whodini,
Man Eating Sloth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Evens,
Popol Vuh,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Kinks,
Robert Hood,
The Monochrome Set,
B.T. Express,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Womack,
Ice-T,
The Monks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Brass Construction,
This Heat,
Television,
The Cure,
Yusef Lateef,
The American Breed,
Motorama,
The Victims,
Soul II Soul,
Donald Byrd,
Janne Schatter,
the Bar-Kays,
Sex Pistols,
New York Dolls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minor Threat,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Velvet Underground,
Yazoo,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.