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 Mauritius and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia 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 The Move to the punk 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario 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 grime 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Moby Grape,
Fugazi,
Kurtis Blow,
The Index,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rites of Spring,
Tomorrow,
Supertramp,
Rufus Thomas,
Severed Heads,
Audionom,
Dave Gahan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Normal,
The Kinks,
Gabor Szabo,
Mo-Dettes,
Pere Ubu,
Sex Pistols,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Coltrane,
The Fugs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Faraquet,
Arthur Verocai,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tubeway Army,
Blancmange,
The Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Monks,
Marvin Gaye,
Flash Fearless,
Intrusion,
The Sonics,
Bill Wells,
The Offenders,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scion,
Qualms,
Magazine,
Organ,
Lou Christie,
Black Sheep,
Desert Stars,
Ken Boothe,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stiv Bators,
Vladislav Delay,
Simply Red,
Sonic Youth,
The Dead C,
Mantronix,
Maleditus Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Donny Hathaway,
China Crisis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.