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 Ivory Coast and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord 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 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Schoolly D,
Organ,
Piero Umiliani,
MC5,
The Modern Lovers,
Suburban Knight,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ponytail,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Mojo Men,
The Move,
10cc,
The Pop Group,
David McCallum,
Sugar Minott,
Audionom,
Delon & Dalcan,
Television Personalities,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ken Boothe,
Bob Dylan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Anakelly,
Lindisfarne,
Ludus,
The Detroit Cobras,
Can,
Todd Terry,
Malaria!,
cv313,
Gang of Four,
Deepchord,
Erasure,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Chris Corsano,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Warren Ellis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Magma,
Interpol,
Hashim,
The Zeros,
Dual Sessions,
Steve Hackett,
The Alarm Clocks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Silicon Teens,
The Gories,
Marc Almond,
Hasil Adkins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Japan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Blancmange,
Cybotron,
Yazoo,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.