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 Montenegro and from Halifax.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Divine Comedy to the disco 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DeepChord presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
The J.B.'s,
Sonic Youth,
Livin' Joy,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Motions,
Fat Boys,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Sherman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Doors,
Sister Nancy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Arthur Verocai,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Reagan Youth,
Yusef Lateef,
Goldenarms,
Dennis Brown,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Flash Fearless,
Robert Wyatt,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ten City,
Pagans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bill Wells,
Blossom Toes,
The Real Kids,
the Germs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Young Rascals,
Patti Smith,
Sonny Sharrock,
Chris & Cosey,
The Moleskins,
The Five Americans,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Flag,
Simply Red,
Unwound,
Janne Schatter,
The Slits,
Country Teasers,
The Dirtbombs,
The Sound,
The Sonics,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pharoah Sanders,
La Düsseldorf,
Ralphi Rosario,
Franke,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cymande,
Pere Ubu,
Angry Samoans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roy Ayers,
Depeche Mode,
Schoolly D,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.