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 Ivory Coast and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roxy Music,
Mars,
Boz Scaggs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jimmy McGriff,
48th St. Collective,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aaron Thompson,
Jacques Brel,
Lungfish,
Joe Smooth,
Jandek,
Barbara Tucker,
The New Christs,
Chris & Cosey,
Brass Construction,
Lalo Schifrin,
Yusef Lateef,
Roger Hodgson,
Siglo XX,
Gang Starr,
K-Klass,
Barrington Levy,
The Pretty Things,
Terrestrial Tones,
Spoonie Gee,
Slick Rick,
Fat Boys,
Roy Ayers,
The Evens,
The Litter,
Eve St. Jones,
Sonic Youth,
The Standells,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Leaves,
Japan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lee Hazlewood,
Motorama,
Neu!,
Rhythm & Sound,
Peter & Gordon,
Flash Fearless,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soft Cell,
Minny Pops,
Kerri Chandler,
Warsaw,
Fad Gadget,
Eric B and Rakim,
Technova,
Stetsasonic,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cybotron,
Au Pairs,
Todd Terry,
Pussy Galore,
Agitation Free,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.