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 Greece and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Nils Olav to the disco 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 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?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gastr Del Sol,
This Heat,
L. Decosne,
LL Cool J,
Joey Negro,
Excepter,
Gabor Szabo,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Sonics,
Au Pairs,
Outsiders,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Reed,
The Young Rascals,
The Index,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Flesh Eaters,
Quantec,
Intrusion,
The Pretty Things,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Chris Corsano,
Amazonics,
Sparks,
The Raincoats,
T. Rex,
Underground Resistance,
Swell Maps,
Fatback Band,
Derrick May,
Sex Pistols,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Mighty Diamonds,
A Certain Ratio,
Subhumans,
the Human League,
Clear Light,
U.S. Maple,
Juan Atkins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Niagra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Johnny Clarke,
The Remains,
Ice-T,
Rakim,
Steve Hackett,
The Fugs,
Scan 7,
Henry Cow,
X-102,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Visage,
Pantaleimon,
KRS-One,
cv313,
Eurythmics,
Joe Smooth,
Crash Course in Science,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Boredoms,
Joyce Sims,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.