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 Cyprus and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Schoolly D to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Young Marble Giants,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Electric Prunes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scrapy,
Ralphi Rosario,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Davy DMX,
Jeru the Damaja,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jandek,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Leonard Cohen,
Q65,
Second Layer,
The Divine Comedy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Funkadelic,
Bush Tetras,
Symarip,
Neu!,
Brothers Johnson,
Bootsy Collins,
Vladislav Delay,
Bang On A Can,
Tim Buckley,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Monks,
The Barracudas,
A Certain Ratio,
PIL,
Television,
Section 25,
Organ,
Q and Not U,
Loose Ends,
Easy Going,
EPMD,
Prince Buster,
The Fire Engines,
Moebius,
D'Angelo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Smiths,
Little Man,
ABBA,
U.S. Maple,
Mo-Dettes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barrington Levy,
Unrelated Segments,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Bananas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mad Mike,
Glenn Branca,
Guru Guru,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.