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 Ukraine and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Soft Machine to the grime 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Freddie Wadling,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Sherman,
UT,
Blake Baxter,
Crime,
10cc,
Bob Dylan,
Sound Behaviour,
John Foxx,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
X-102,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Wake,
Barclay James Harvest,
New Age Steppers,
Malaria!,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang of Four,
The Standells,
FM Einheit,
Niagra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scrapy,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Pus,
Siglo XX,
Chris Corsano,
Hoover,
Angry Samoans,
Brand Nubian,
Sarah Menescal,
Echospace,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stereo Dub,
The Durutti Column,
Faust,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stetsasonic,
Swell Maps,
Terry Callier,
Suicide,
The New Christs,
Los Fastidios,
Eric Copeland,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Depeche Mode,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Flag,
Jeff Mills,
Judy Mowatt,
Excepter,
The Monochrome Set,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Goldenarms,
Interpol,
Godley & Creme,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.