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 Tunisia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Durutti Column to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Model 500,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brick,
Duran Duran,
Suburban Knight,
Girls At Our Best!,
Quadrant,
The Red Krayola,
Deepchord,
The Monochrome Set,
Magma,
Hashim,
Crispian St. Peters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Walker Brothers,
Chrome,
Kayak,
The Cure,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Evens,
Joy Division,
Faust,
In Retrospect,
Stiv Bators,
Reagan Youth,
The Remains,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pagans,
Jeff Lynne,
Organ,
Royal Trux,
OOIOO,
New Order,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Byron Stingily,
Loose Ends,
Colin Newman,
Lou Christie,
John Lydon,
Ohio Players,
Oneida,
Bill Near,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Cale,
Eric Copeland,
Parry Music,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Monks,
FM Einheit,
Howard Jones,
The Raincoats,
Adolescents,
JFA,
Ice-T,
Grandmaster Flash,
La Düsseldorf,
Iggy Pop,
Alison Limerick,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.