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 Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Sound Behaviour,
John Coltrane,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Byrd,
Godley & Creme,
Radiohead,
Tommy Roe,
Marvin Gaye,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roxette,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Whodini,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Blackbyrds,
Aswad,
Spoonie Gee,
Qualms,
Section 25,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Evens,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tubeway Army,
Intrusion,
Johnny Osbourne,
Main Source,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Freddie Wadling,
Joensuu 1685,
Boogie Down Productions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Con Funk Shun,
Albert Ayler,
Mark Hollis,
Nils Olav,
Carl Craig,
Au Pairs,
H. Thieme,
Morten Harket,
Talk Talk,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
AZ,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Sherman,
Cymande,
UT,
Jesper Dahlback,
Flipper,
Unwound,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Zeros,
The Slackers,
Steve Hackett,
The J.B.'s,
Cecil Taylor,
Fatback Band,
Soft Machine,
Josef K,
Charles Mingus,
Outsiders,
Blossom Toes,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.