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 Australia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Goldenarms to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin 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 rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
DJ Sneak,
The Associates,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Offenders,
Junior Murvin,
China Crisis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Judy Mowatt,
Siglo XX,
The Human League,
Brand Nubian,
Pharoah Sanders,
Toni Rubio,
Pierre Henry,
Brick,
Amazonics,
Mark Hollis,
DJ Style,
Au Pairs,
Joensuu 1685,
Flash Fearless,
Cameo,
Marvin Gaye,
The Black Dice,
The Skatalites,
Zero Boys,
Mission of Burma,
Derrick May,
Television,
Lyres,
Nils Olav,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fugs,
Harmonia,
Subhumans,
Half Japanese,
Tom Boy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Make Up,
Lucky Dragons,
The Wake,
Pagans,
Charles Mingus,
Cybotron,
10cc,
The Tremeloes,
Thompson Twins,
Groovy Waters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
MDC,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Godley & Creme,
Eddi Front,
Buzzcocks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Janne Schatter,
the Sonics,
Fluxion,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.