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 Congo and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Piero Umiliani to the grunge 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Thompson Twins,
Throbbing Gristle,
Terry Callier,
Skarface,
Freddie Wadling,
The Dirtbombs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lightning Bolt,
Ronan,
Hardrive,
Sister Nancy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jesper Dahlback,
D'Angelo,
David Bowie,
The Fuzztones,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pantaleimon,
Minny Pops,
Fatback Band,
Nirvana,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Blackbyrds,
The Happenings,
a-ha,
Blossom Toes,
The Residents,
ABBA,
Swans,
EPMD,
Sugar Minott,
Ituana,
The Kinks,
Brass Construction,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
China Crisis,
Nick Fraelich,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deepchord,
Aaron Thompson,
Frankie Knuckles,
X-102,
Mission of Burma,
The Zeros,
Procol Harum,
Royal Trux,
Rod Modell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yusef Lateef,
Can,
The Evens,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Buzzcocks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Infiniti,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.