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 Japan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 This Heat to the rap 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
The Raincoats,
The Modern Lovers,
Simply Red,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Goldenarms,
The Blues Magoos,
The Gories,
the Germs,
The Grass Roots,
Gabor Szabo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fela Kuti,
Japan,
Mark Hollis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bluetip,
Todd Terry,
F. McDonald,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ronan,
Stiv Bators,
Suburban Knight,
Franke,
Iggy Pop,
Marine Girls,
The J.B.'s,
Kerri Chandler,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Blossom Toes,
Royal Trux,
Derrick Morgan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Qualms,
Matthew Bourne,
Vladislav Delay,
Sandy B,
James White and The Blacks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Boogie Down Productions,
David Axelrod,
Ultra Naté,
Siglo XX,
Wire,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Charles Mingus,
Kas Product,
Sparks,
Scratch Acid,
Crispy Ambulance,
Swans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Reagan Youth,
Guru Guru,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ken Boothe,
Khruangbin,
The Pop Group,
Vainqueur,
The Fall,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cheater Slicks,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.