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 Kazakhstan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 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 Joensuu 1685 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
The Count Five,
Godley & Creme,
Vladislav Delay,
The Young Rascals,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cheater Slicks,
Basic Channel,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alison Limerick,
Royal Trux,
Gang Starr,
Reuben Wilson,
Faraquet,
Joensuu 1685,
Groovy Waters,
Tim Buckley,
Tears for Fears,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultra Naté,
Ronan,
T. Rex,
Average White Band,
Josef K,
The Fortunes,
Von Mondo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Los Fastidios,
Carl Craig,
The Walker Brothers,
Judy Mowatt,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bluetip,
Loose Ends,
CMW,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
U.S. Maple,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cramps,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sugar Minott,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skriet,
The Music Machine,
X-101,
Dark Day,
Scrapy,
Nik Kershaw,
Warren Ellis,
The Angels of Light,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fad Gadget,
Desert Stars,
Amon Düül,
Khruangbin,
Marmalade,
Y Pants,
The Birthday Party,
Delta 5,
Scion,
the Association,
Outsiders,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.