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 Moldova and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Dual Sessions to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Robert Görl,
The Martian,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Symarip,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ohio Players,
Easy Going,
Pere Ubu,
Kerri Chandler,
Stockholm Monsters,
LL Cool J,
John Holt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Juan Atkins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Matthew Halsall,
Yaz,
Brass Construction,
Todd Terry,
Minnie Riperton,
Quadrant,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Byrd,
Harpers Bizarre,
Suicide,
Fatback Band,
Lungfish,
Magma,
Girls At Our Best!,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grauzone,
Kerrie Biddell,
KRS-One,
James White and The Blacks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Cure,
Reuben Wilson,
Dave Gahan,
The Selecter,
Pulsallama,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Dirtbombs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Colin Newman,
Glenn Branca,
Bill Wells,
Barrington Levy,
Terry Callier,
CMW,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang Starr,
Godley & Creme,
Y Pants,
Sällskapet,
Moss Icon,
Talk Talk,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.