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 Malawi and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a 808 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 mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
The Zeros,
Delon & Dalcan,
PIL,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Move,
Sugar Minott,
Jimmy McGriff,
Trumans Water,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ossler,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Monochrome Set,
Rites of Spring,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Human League,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Toasters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dave Gahan,
Electric Prunes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Moleskins,
Liliput,
Kaleidoscope,
Popol Vuh,
The Residents,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Flash Fearless,
The Neon Judgement,
Minnie Riperton,
The Wake,
Sixth Finger,
Slick Rick,
Angry Samoans,
Babytalk,
Brass Construction,
The Velvet Underground,
Eve St. Jones,
the Bar-Kays,
Darondo,
The Birthday Party,
Marshall Jefferson,
Duran Duran,
Section 25,
Pet Shop Boys,
Procol Harum,
The Smiths,
Al Stewart,
Altered Images,
ABC,
Man Eating Sloth,
Colin Newman,
Bluetip,
The Music Machine,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tommy Roe,
The Smoke,
Arcadia,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.