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 Botswana and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eli Mardock to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer 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 synthesizer and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
The Standells,
Lower 48,
Soft Machine,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Bar-Kays,
Monks,
Janne Schatter,
Camouflage,
Popol Vuh,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roy Ayers,
FM Einheit,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tommy Roe,
DJ Sneak,
Mantronix,
Gabor Szabo,
The Barracudas,
The Monochrome Set,
Deakin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Television,
Minutemen,
Schoolly D,
Blossom Toes,
Neu!,
John Cale,
Rekid,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pulsallama,
Angry Samoans,
Whodini,
Japan,
Skriet,
John Lydon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Dirtbombs,
David Bowie,
Ten City,
Kayak,
Electric Prunes,
Urselle,
DNA,
Banda Bassotti,
Moby Grape,
Black Pus,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Smiths,
Slick Rick,
Tim Buckley,
The Saints,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wally Richardson,
Royal Trux,
Marine Girls,
Zapp,
Tres Demented,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.