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 Ethiopia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Invisible to the dance 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Spandau Ballet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kenny Larkin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Accadde A,
Monks,
The Beau Brummels,
The Remains,
The Count Five,
Cal Tjader,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nico,
Parry Music,
The Fall,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ten City,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Terry Callier,
Half Japanese,
Buzzcocks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Amazonics,
Mo-Dettes,
Sex Pistols,
Man Eating Sloth,
Average White Band,
F. McDonald,
DJ Style,
Minor Threat,
Scientists,
Hoover,
Bill Near,
Laurel Aitken,
Pulsallama,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tom Boy,
Roxy Music,
Dead Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Junior Murvin,
Quantec,
David Axelrod,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Anakelly,
Organ,
Swans,
Nick Fraelich,
Matthew Bourne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Motorama,
The Cramps,
Avey Tare,
Marshall Jefferson,
The J.B.'s,
CMW,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Colin Newman,
This Heat,
Fad Gadget,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.