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 Laos and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Procol Harum to the punk 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Amon Düül II,
Average White Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
The American Breed,
Bobby Womack,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Raincoats,
Carl Craig,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Silicon Teens,
Ken Boothe,
Lyres,
The Beau Brummels,
Blake Baxter,
The Birthday Party,
FM Einheit,
Slick Rick,
Groovy Waters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soul Sonic Force,
Amon Düül,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Slave,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mantronix,
The Smoke,
the Sonics,
Susan Cadogan,
Kenny Larkin,
Bush Tetras,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Motions,
Kerri Chandler,
Saccharine Trust,
Lee Hazlewood,
Y Pants,
Tomorrow,
F. McDonald,
Michelle Simonal,
Blossom Toes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pierre Henry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Neon Judgement,
The Young Rascals,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Harmonia,
Connie Case,
Flipper,
Dawn Penn,
The Human League,
Grauzone,
Nas,
Bronski Beat,
Surgeon,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.