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 Tanzania and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gil Scott Heron to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ 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 chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Howard Jones,
The Durutti Column,
Byron Stingily,
Subhumans,
Fad Gadget,
Radio Birdman,
Reuben Wilson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Human League,
Supertramp,
Robert Hood,
Graham Central Station,
Pylon,
Saccharine Trust,
Ossler,
Joy Division,
The Dave Clark Five,
Surgeon,
Nik Kershaw,
the Swans,
the Sonics,
Vainqueur,
Audionom,
Eurythmics,
Fear,
Lungfish,
Fluxion,
Gang of Four,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Trumans Water,
Fela Kuti,
Laurel Aitken,
Sandy B,
Swell Maps,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tubeway Army,
Rakim,
New Order,
Bluetip,
Don Cherry,
Au Pairs,
Shoche,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Smiths,
Derrick May,
Donny Hathaway,
The Monks,
Pantaleimon,
Motorama,
David McCallum,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Normal,
Judy Mowatt,
Joe Finger,
Dawn Penn,
Amon Düül II,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Slick Rick,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.