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 Malawi and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare 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 La Düsseldorf to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a guitar 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 synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Fat Boys,
Scrapy,
Pantaleimon,
The Tremeloes,
New Order,
Young Marble Giants,
PIL,
Parry Music,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crispy Ambulance,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fugs,
Pulsallama,
Eurythmics,
Echospace,
The Moody Blues,
Wasted Youth,
The Vogues,
Zapp,
Fear,
Minnie Riperton,
The Victims,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Average White Band,
The Toasters,
Spandau Ballet,
La Düsseldorf,
Yusef Lateef,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Audionom,
Quantec,
Joy Division,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Barracudas,
Groovy Waters,
The Neon Judgement,
Excepter,
X-101,
World's Most,
Inner City,
Moby Grape,
Rites of Spring,
John Coltrane,
Pylon,
Lalann,
Marmalade,
The United States of America,
Amon Düül II,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Lydon,
Janne Schatter,
The Pretty Things,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ituana,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sällskapet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Knickerbockers,
Model 500,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.