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 St Lucia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Aural Exciters to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 linndrum and an oboe 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 snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Suicide,
Spoonie Gee,
Boz Scaggs,
Surgeon,
The Red Krayola,
Max Romeo,
Lungfish,
Y Pants,
Scan 7,
Simply Red,
Monolake,
Model 500,
Fela Kuti,
Soul II Soul,
The Techniques,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wally Richardson,
The Doors,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Blake Baxter,
Ken Boothe,
Marmalade,
Los Fastidios,
Flipper,
Fugazi,
Animal Collective,
Kenny Larkin,
Lindisfarne,
Parry Music,
The Monks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Shuggie Otis,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gun Club,
Liliput,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kayak,
Nik Kershaw,
Danielle Patucci,
X-Ray Spex,
Quantec,
Jeff Mills,
John Lydon,
Accadde A,
Funky Four + One,
In Retrospect,
X-101,
Second Layer,
The Cowsills,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pole,
Crime,
Eric Copeland,
The Buckinghams,
Barry Ungar,
Crash Course in Science,
Lucky Dragons,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.