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 Mauritania and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Lower 48 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Adolescents,
10cc,
China Crisis,
Michelle Simonal,
Arab on Radar,
The Real Kids,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Reed,
Ossler,
cv313,
The Slits,
Dark Day,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Last Poets,
Colin Newman,
Jacques Brel,
Maurizio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ituana,
Peter & Gordon,
Chris Corsano,
Eurythmics,
Quantec,
Niagra,
The Blues Magoos,
Buzzcocks,
Kerri Chandler,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kenny Larkin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Janne Schatter,
The Busters,
Eve St. Jones,
Unwound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Youth Brigade,
Robert Wyatt,
The Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Mighty Diamonds,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ronan,
The Durutti Column,
The Neon Judgement,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Guru Guru,
Grandmaster Flash,
Can,
Matthew Bourne,
Faust,
Kaleidoscope,
Mark Hollis,
Cluster,
Albert Ayler,
Bronski Beat,
Fat Boys,
Rakim,
Bobby Sherman,
Tim Buckley,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.