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 Gambia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Angry Samoans to the rock 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 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 Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Moby Grape,
Technova,
Von Mondo,
Bill Wells,
Public Enemy,
Yusef Lateef,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mark Hollis,
Outsiders,
Adolescents,
Royal Trux,
Second Layer,
Henry Cow,
Grauzone,
The Modern Lovers,
Andrew Hill,
The Mojo Men,
Goldenarms,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
LL Cool J,
In Retrospect,
Alton Ellis,
Ronnie Foster,
Reagan Youth,
F. McDonald,
The Seeds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joe Finger,
Brass Construction,
The Raincoats,
Joy Division,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sam Rivers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Negative Approach,
The Gap Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jeff Mills,
Country Teasers,
Bootsy Collins,
L. Decosne,
Roxette,
Steve Hackett,
The Flesh Eaters,
Neil Young,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Motorama,
Mo-Dettes,
Roxy Music,
48th St. Collective,
the Sonics,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.