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 Tuvalu and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Heaven 17 to the grime 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron 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 guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soulsonic Force,
Los Fastidios,
Pantytec,
Henry Cow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crash Course in Science,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Icehouse,
Skaos,
the Normal,
Monolake,
Bobby Sherman,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ultra Naté,
The Gories,
Stereo Dub,
Cluster,
the Germs,
Tommy Roe,
New Age Steppers,
Q and Not U,
U.S. Maple,
Howard Jones,
Dennis Brown,
Eddi Front,
Byron Stingily,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Young Marble Giants,
Funkadelic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Electric Prunes,
Rekid,
The Happenings,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Knickerbockers,
The Remains,
The Doobie Brothers,
B.T. Express,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Red Krayola,
Lower 48,
Pagans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Agent Orange,
Sandy B,
Alice Coltrane,
Sound Behaviour,
The Flesh Eaters,
Vainqueur,
Avey Tare,
Dave Gahan,
Terry Callier,
David Axelrod,
Eric Copeland,
Bronski Beat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.