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 Madagascar and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Slits to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Görl record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Metal Thangz,
Faust,
Eden Ahbez,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Womack,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bluetip,
Funkadelic,
Iggy Pop,
Sandy B,
D'Angelo,
Popol Vuh,
Los Fastidios,
Drexciya,
T. Rex,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Byrd,
The Leaves,
Max Romeo,
EPMD,
A Certain Ratio,
Theoretical Girls,
The Offenders,
Frankie Knuckles,
Skriet,
Second Layer,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Barracudas,
Cecil Taylor,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alison Limerick,
Rites of Spring,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Goldenarms,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yazoo,
Panda Bear,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ten City,
Outsiders,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Neu!,
Zapp,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Blackbyrds,
Silicon Teens,
The Slackers,
Peter and Kerry,
Desert Stars,
Minor Threat,
Mandrill,
Minnie Riperton,
The American Breed,
Pantytec,
Japan,
Rakim,
Quadrant,
The Sonics,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.