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 Tanzania and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pylon to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ 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?
Ituana,
Trumans Water,
The Grass Roots,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Durutti Column,
Zero Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Section 25,
Thompson Twins,
Soft Cell,
Young Marble Giants,
Throbbing Gristle,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Reed,
Rekid,
Panda Bear,
Gang Green,
Ronan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eli Mardock,
Lakeside,
Albert Ayler,
The Skatalites,
The Star Department,
Hoover,
Moss Icon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Golliwogs,
Procol Harum,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jacob Miller,
Steve Hackett,
Moebius,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ohio Players,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Human League,
The Slits,
the Normal,
Archie Shepp,
Aural Exciters,
Symarip,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mark Hollis,
The Red Krayola,
The Velvet Underground,
Alton Ellis,
Faraquet,
Lyres,
MC5,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Letta Mbulu,
Grauzone,
Aswad,
Boredoms,
Nas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Busters,
John Foxx,
Ornette Coleman,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.