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 Tunisia and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Drive Like Jehu 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Darondo,
Loose Ends,
Fluxion,
Marvin Gaye,
T. Rex,
Mary Jane Girls,
Icehouse,
PIL,
Shuggie Otis,
Fear,
The Associates,
Pierre Henry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Grass Roots,
Grey Daturas,
Erykah Badu,
Quadrant,
Connie Case,
Mo-Dettes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Offenders,
Essential Logic,
Brass Construction,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Sonics,
Iggy Pop,
Camouflage,
Porter Ricks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Funky Four + One,
Jerry's Kids,
Accadde A,
Pylon,
Bill Wells,
The J.B.'s,
Roger Hodgson,
Pere Ubu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Television,
Prince Buster,
Laurel Aitken,
Donald Byrd,
The Residents,
Bootsy Collins,
Eric B and Rakim,
Make Up,
Ralphi Rosario,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ornette Coleman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Leaves,
The Velvet Underground,
The Last Poets,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Infiniti,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.