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 Uruguay and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Skriet to the rap 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba 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 arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scratch Acid,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barry Ungar,
the Bar-Kays,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camberwell Now,
Colin Newman,
DJ Style,
Sun Ra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Moon,
Deepchord,
Nico,
Cymande,
Spandau Ballet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Human League,
Royal Trux,
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Sherman,
The Misunderstood,
Pere Ubu,
Alice Coltrane,
Joe Smooth,
Dawn Penn,
Tommy Roe,
The Knickerbockers,
Lower 48,
FM Einheit,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mad Mike,
New Age Steppers,
The Gladiators,
Eden Ahbez,
10cc,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minutemen,
The Star Department,
Aural Exciters,
Circle Jerks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joy Division,
Robert Görl,
Rod Modell,
Kayak,
Rakim,
Bobby Womack,
Thompson Twins,
Porter Ricks,
Y Pants,
Rotary Connection,
Tres Demented,
Gang Starr,
Oneida,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rites of Spring,
The Associates,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.