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 Bulgaria and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Robert Palmer 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 Avey Tare to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron 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 organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Pussy Galore,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Cale,
The Raincoats,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ice-T,
Rod Modell,
A Certain Ratio,
Albert Ayler,
Todd Rundgren,
The Black Dice,
Ornette Coleman,
Swans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Todd Terry,
T. Rex,
Leonard Cohen,
The Remains,
Eli Mardock,
Black Bananas,
Spandau Ballet,
The Slits,
Parry Music,
Monolake,
Judy Mowatt,
Masters at Work,
Eden Ahbez,
Bill Wells,
Cybotron,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang Starr,
Interpol,
Desert Stars,
Visage,
Schoolly D,
Crispy Ambulance,
Robert Görl,
Sandy B,
Blake Baxter,
Skarface,
Michelle Simonal,
Deakin,
EPMD,
Fat Boys,
Sun Ra,
Outsiders,
The Beau Brummels,
Faraquet,
Moby Grape,
Toni Rubio,
MDC,
Lee Hazlewood,
Spoonie Gee,
Zero Boys,
K-Klass,
Matthew Bourne,
The Electric Prunes,
Howard Jones,
Bluetip,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.