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 Nigeria and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eden Ahbez to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 punk 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Michelle Simonal,
Lower 48,
Gang Gang Dance,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Half Japanese,
Donald Byrd,
Donny Hathaway,
Surgeon,
Trumans Water,
Todd Terry,
Quando Quango,
Hashim,
Lalann,
Brand Nubian,
The Vogues,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Masters at Work,
Minnie Riperton,
Mission of Burma,
Wally Richardson,
Tears for Fears,
The Fall,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Association,
Television,
The Buckinghams,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aswad,
Nas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Harmonia,
The Blackbyrds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Intrusion,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Moss Icon,
Barrington Levy,
The Zeros,
Eve St. Jones,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Althea and Donna,
Scratch Acid,
Spandau Ballet,
Piero Umiliani,
Bill Wells,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Star Department,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Pus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Echospace,
La Düsseldorf,
Loose Ends,
Brick,
Bluetip,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.