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 India and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 U.S. Maple to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Half Japanese,
Joe Smooth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tears for Fears,
PIL,
Soul Sonic Force,
Supertramp,
Groovy Waters,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Toasters,
The Seeds,
Kerri Chandler,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jeff Lynne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soft Machine,
The Gladiators,
These Immortal Souls,
L. Decosne,
The Electric Prunes,
DJ Style,
Television,
Bad Manners,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Icehouse,
Lalann,
Intrusion,
The Motions,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mary Jane Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
Aural Exciters,
Roy Ayers,
Crash Course in Science,
The Star Department,
The Trojans,
The Fall,
Audionom,
Mark Hollis,
Stetsasonic,
Wings,
Graham Central Station,
Excepter,
Matthew Bourne,
David Bowie,
EPMD,
Hashim,
Japan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Au Pairs,
Magma,
Reuben Wilson,
Thompson Twins,
Lindisfarne,
Moby Grape,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.