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 United States and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Blossom Toes to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar 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 theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Lebanon Hanover,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Blackbyrds,
Fatback Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Second Layer,
Michelle Simonal,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Yaz,
Tubeway Army,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sun Ra,
Leonard Cohen,
Rites of Spring,
John Coltrane,
Cheater Slicks,
Skaos,
Supertramp,
Eric Dolphy,
The Pretty Things,
ABBA,
The Fugs,
Boz Scaggs,
Sällskapet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Theoretical Girls,
Model 500,
Franke,
The Saints,
The Busters,
Alton Ellis,
Intrusion,
Marc Almond,
The Blues Magoos,
The Searchers,
Metal Thangz,
Crispian St. Peters,
Excepter,
Fugazi,
Dave Gahan,
The Evens,
CMW,
Tears for Fears,
Davy DMX,
Crime,
Nico,
Quando Quango,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Neil Young,
The Remains,
Roger Hodgson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Moon,
David Bowie,
Unrelated Segments,
Anthony Braxton,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.