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 Laos and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 Bologna and Woodstock.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar 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 Skriet to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord 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 snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
The Divine Comedy,
Dave Gahan,
a-ha,
Byron Stingily,
Wolf Eyes,
Kaleidoscope,
KRS-One,
The Move,
Rufus Thomas,
Urselle,
The Angels of Light,
Average White Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Zeros,
The Human League,
Barrington Levy,
The Offenders,
Liliput,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Young Rascals,
Neil Young,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Panda Bear,
Banda Bassotti,
Minor Threat,
Oneida,
The Mojo Men,
Fat Boys,
Procol Harum,
The United States of America,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nick Fraelich,
Dead Boys,
Youth Brigade,
Freddie Wadling,
The Velvet Underground,
The Invisible,
Cecil Taylor,
Todd Terry,
Khruangbin,
Radio Birdman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Beau Brummels,
ABBA,
Vladislav Delay,
Max Romeo,
X-102,
Big Daddy Kane,
Al Stewart,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Toasters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ohio Players,
The Selecter,
Sixth Finger,
Fluxion,
Duran Duran,
Bang On A Can,
Public Enemy,
Index,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eric Dolphy,
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.