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 Kiribati and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ken Boothe to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar 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 mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
John Foxx,
A Certain Ratio,
Todd Terry,
Basic Channel,
Funkadelic,
Barbara Tucker,
Skriet,
Cal Tjader,
The Wake,
Scrapy,
Eric Dolphy,
Man Parrish,
Jerry's Kids,
Massinfluence,
Can,
The Seeds,
Rod Modell,
Black Flag,
Scion,
James White and The Blacks,
The Happenings,
Pere Ubu,
Traffic Nightmare,
Heaven 17,
Stiv Bators,
Absolute Body Control,
Excepter,
The Black Dice,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wings,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yusef Lateef,
Swell Maps,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Durutti Column,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Divine Comedy,
Zero Boys,
Brass Construction,
Donald Byrd,
The Martian,
Kayak,
Kool Moe Dee,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Raincoats,
Cecil Taylor,
Ossler,
Television Personalities,
Stetsasonic,
Aloha Tigers,
Fugazi,
Jeff Mills,
Altered Images,
The Count Five,
Amazonics,
Joy Division,
Stereo Dub,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Motions,
Subhumans,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.