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 Honduras and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro 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 Massinfluence to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
The Invisible,
Funky Four + One,
Roxette,
The Cramps,
The Neon Judgement,
Shoche,
Zapp,
Tomorrow,
Pharoah Sanders,
X-101,
Camberwell Now,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Second Layer,
Arab on Radar,
Scott Walker,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mars,
Masters at Work,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Angry Samoans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
The Stooges,
Nick Fraelich,
Pere Ubu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nik Kershaw,
Skarface,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Evens,
The American Breed,
Idris Muhammad,
Pussy Galore,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Depeche Mode,
Visage,
The Zeros,
The Residents,
Sonic Youth,
Niagra,
Henry Cow,
Lakeside,
Parry Music,
New Age Steppers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fatback Band,
Archie Shepp,
The Dead C,
Minutemen,
AZ,
Nico,
Gang Gang Dance,
Blancmange,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grauzone,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stereo Dub,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.