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 Monaco and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar 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 A Certain Ratio to the funk 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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,
Kayak,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Thee Headcoats,
the Bar-Kays,
Little Man,
Zapp,
Donald Byrd,
Simply Red,
Sun Ra,
Jacques Brel,
Sällskapet,
The Fall,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
cv313,
The Tremeloes,
The Slackers,
Aaron Thompson,
Mr. Review,
Ten City,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bob Dylan,
The Saints,
Marc Almond,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eurythmics,
Livin' Joy,
Malaria!,
Japan,
Sun City Girls,
Oneida,
Basic Channel,
Connie Case,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yazoo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Arcadia,
Erasure,
The Dirtbombs,
Unwound,
F. McDonald,
Juan Atkins,
Y Pants,
Surgeon,
David Bowie,
Pylon,
Arthur Verocai,
Moby Grape,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gong,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cluster,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Blossom Toes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Index,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Sheep,
Morten Harket,
Peter & Gordon,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.