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 Chad and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 LL Cool J to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Gang Green,
The Angels of Light,
Nas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Arcadia,
Guru Guru,
Marc Almond,
Letta Mbulu,
Slick Rick,
Quadrant,
Nico,
Erykah Badu,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Reed,
PIL,
The Grass Roots,
Throbbing Gristle,
T.S.O.L.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Banda Bassotti,
Cymande,
Babytalk,
Joe Smooth,
Pole,
Archie Shepp,
Sound Behaviour,
Pere Ubu,
Schoolly D,
Hot Snakes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rekid,
This Heat,
The Fuzztones,
Urselle,
Neil Young,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Audionom,
Mars,
Bush Tetras,
Kerri Chandler,
Rosa Yemen,
Tropical Tobacco,
E-Dancer,
Skaos,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pulsallama,
Glenn Branca,
Amon Düül,
Mission of Burma,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Star Department,
Ronnie Foster,
The Searchers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Index,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.