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 Uganda and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 Quadrant to the disco 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
ABBA,
The Gap Band,
Public Enemy,
The Gun Club,
The Sonics,
Procol Harum,
John Cale,
Fatback Band,
Half Japanese,
Shoche,
Alton Ellis,
The Smiths,
Black Bananas,
Hashim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marcia Griffiths,
Neil Young,
Soul II Soul,
the Germs,
The Pretty Things,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fall,
The Knickerbockers,
The Neon Judgement,
DJ Sneak,
Con Funk Shun,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cameo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Theoretical Girls,
Joyce Sims,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
New Order,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lindisfarne,
Blake Baxter,
Circle Jerks,
Joy Division,
Alphaville,
The Mummies,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Black Dice,
Donny Hathaway,
Prince Buster,
Peter & Gordon,
Joey Negro,
Lebanon Hanover,
The J.B.'s,
Howard Jones,
Dennis Brown,
Khruangbin,
Juan Atkins,
Bill Wells,
Visage,
Max Romeo,
the Human League,
Terrestrial Tones,
Depeche Mode,
The Beau Brummels,
Grey Daturas,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.