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 Chad and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Fad Gadget to the grime 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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,
Fela Kuti,
Ice-T,
The Blues Magoos,
Pantaleimon,
Warsaw,
Jerry's Kids,
The Flesh Eaters,
Smog,
Deakin,
Angry Samoans,
Prince Buster,
Marvin Gaye,
U.S. Maple,
Stockholm Monsters,
Colin Newman,
Amazonics,
Main Source,
The Cosmic Jokers,
This Heat,
PIL,
Todd Rundgren,
Zero Boys,
Camberwell Now,
The Vogues,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Youth Brigade,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lyres,
The Gun Club,
Surgeon,
Cymande,
Blossom Toes,
MC5,
Kerrie Biddell,
Alphaville,
Al Stewart,
The Detroit Cobras,
Archie Shepp,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pulsallama,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fall,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fortunes,
Skarface,
Country Teasers,
Matthew Halsall,
Joyce Sims,
Von Mondo,
Royal Trux,
Guru Guru,
Idris Muhammad,
Inner City,
Thompson Twins,
Rotary Connection,
the Normal,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.