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 Nigeria and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ossler to the funk 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ 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 synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Man Eating Sloth,
Todd Terry,
DJ Style,
Warren Ellis,
Easy Going,
Joy Division,
The Gladiators,
Sandy B,
Accadde A,
Flash Fearless,
Thee Headcoats,
Audionom,
Fugazi,
Agitation Free,
Gong,
The Martian,
Franke,
Howard Jones,
Lou Reed,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DJ Sneak,
Mandrill,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yusef Lateef,
Radio Birdman,
Marmalade,
Slick Rick,
Crooked Eye,
Erykah Badu,
Wolf Eyes,
D'Angelo,
Prince Buster,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ice-T,
The Evens,
Clear Light,
Bush Tetras,
Rufus Thomas,
Albert Ayler,
the Human League,
Slave,
Sun City Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Massinfluence,
The Motions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Spoonie Gee,
The Black Dice,
Pylon,
Gang Green,
Masters at Work,
Scratch Acid,
The Monks,
Amon Düül II,
Lakeside,
Roy Ayers,
Grey Daturas,
Vladislav Delay,
Lyres,
Sonic Youth,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.