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 Barbados and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Boz Scaggs to the rock 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Bang On A Can,
Girls At Our Best!,
Robert Wyatt,
This Heat,
Joensuu 1685,
LL Cool J,
Bill Near,
Desert Stars,
The Dirtbombs,
The Neon Judgement,
John Lydon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ludus,
Michelle Simonal,
Das Ding,
Mantronix,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jawbox,
Tres Demented,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Velvet Underground,
Symarip,
Wasted Youth,
H. Thieme,
Masters at Work,
The Dead C,
Letta Mbulu,
Wire,
Sister Nancy,
Bluetip,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Moleskins,
Kevin Saunderson,
FM Einheit,
Amazonics,
The Smoke,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lightning Bolt,
Sound Behaviour,
Television Personalities,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lucky Dragons,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Electric Prunes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Martian,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Agent Orange,
The Tremeloes,
Mission of Burma,
The Mojo Men,
Cameo,
The Pretty Things,
U.S. Maple,
Little Man,
Motorama,
Crooked Eye,
The Saints,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.