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 Nigeria and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tubeway Army to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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,
Inner City,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rufus Thomas,
Sound Behaviour,
Boredoms,
Scratch Acid,
OOIOO,
The Mummies,
Mantronix,
The Moleskins,
Minny Pops,
Index,
The Skatalites,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Zapp,
Quadrant,
China Crisis,
Lightning Bolt,
Byron Stingily,
Duran Duran,
Sparks,
Donny Hathaway,
Fat Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
Jandek,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joe Smooth,
Wasted Youth,
Sällskapet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dark Day,
Underground Resistance,
Popol Vuh,
Barbara Tucker,
Terry Callier,
Alice Coltrane,
Anthony Braxton,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Young Rascals,
the Sonics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultravox,
The Mojo Men,
Judy Mowatt,
Godley & Creme,
Chris Corsano,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yellowson,
Harmonia,
Masters at Work,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kurtis Blow,
Ten City,
CMW,
Ultra Naté,
The Fugs,
In Retrospect,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie 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.