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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Godley & Creme to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Au Pairs,
Ituana,
Lindisfarne,
Brass Construction,
Royal Trux,
Tim Buckley,
Marc Almond,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sex Pistols,
Flash Fearless,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Flag,
R.M.O.,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Moleskins,
Von Mondo,
Prince Buster,
The Smiths,
Leonard Cohen,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sparks,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
Grey Daturas,
Youth Brigade,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Desert Stars,
Echospace,
Circle Jerks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Khruangbin,
Pere Ubu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Arcadia,
Stiv Bators,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Saints,
The Names,
the Bar-Kays,
Archie Shepp,
Fad Gadget,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Silicon Teens,
Dual Sessions,
Reuben Wilson,
Don Cherry,
Lightning Bolt,
Eddi Front,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Moby Grape,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Schoolly D,
Josef K,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Suicide,
The Move,
Roger Hodgson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mandrill,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.