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 Gabon and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer 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 Alton Ellis to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin 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 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?
This Heat,
DNA,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sex Pistols,
Dennis Brown,
Deepchord,
Oneida,
Sound Behaviour,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Index,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Susan Cadogan,
The Divine Comedy,
Swans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Cale,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
MDC,
Rufus Thomas,
Kerri Chandler,
X-Ray Spex,
The Red Krayola,
The Slackers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Yaz,
The Golliwogs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Pus,
Rekid,
Sarah Menescal,
Rosa Yemen,
The Skatalites,
The Cure,
Angry Samoans,
David McCallum,
Idris Muhammad,
Japan,
Minor Threat,
Johnny Clarke,
Peter & Gordon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Outsiders,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Womack,
John Lydon,
Sun City Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Adolescents,
the Soft Cell,
The Gladiators,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Alarm Clocks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fluxion,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Howard Jones,
FM Einheit,
Joensuu 1685,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.