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 Argentina and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Moebius to the grime 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Y Pants,
Quando Quango,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Duran Duran,
Letta Mbulu,
Judy Mowatt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Lydon,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Byrd,
Amon Düül II,
Second Layer,
Joe Finger,
Das Ding,
Television,
Hashim,
Tubeway Army,
Chrome,
Black Bananas,
The Mummies,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultravox,
Ken Boothe,
The Divine Comedy,
The Vogues,
Easy Going,
Slick Rick,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sun Ra,
Kenny Larkin,
Blossom Toes,
Eden Ahbez,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Howard Jones,
Liliput,
Nils Olav,
Donald Byrd,
Patti Smith,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Toni Rubio,
The Real Kids,
Roxy Music,
The New Christs,
Soul Sonic Force,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Alarm Clocks,
Reagan Youth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Black Dice,
Tres Demented,
Dead Boys,
Grey Daturas,
Niagra,
Thee Headcoats,
The American Breed,
The Fall,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jeff Mills,
MDC,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.