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 Azerbaijan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Spandau Ballet to the disco 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet 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 snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Birthday Party,
The Doobie Brothers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Television,
John Foxx,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Cale,
Rhythm & Sound,
Duran Duran,
Das Ding,
Animal Collective,
Nils Olav,
Joy Division,
cv313,
Radio Birdman,
Fugazi,
Average White Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Vladislav Delay,
Sun City Girls,
Cymande,
Pussy Galore,
John Holt,
Massinfluence,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Reuben Wilson,
Television Personalities,
Sarah Menescal,
Prince Buster,
KRS-One,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Main Source,
Mandrill,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Letta Mbulu,
James White and The Blacks,
AZ,
Ultra Naté,
Y Pants,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Robert Wyatt,
Audionom,
Stetsasonic,
Rufus Thomas,
The Associates,
Sällskapet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Junior Murvin,
Gichy Dan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lyres,
Peter and Kerry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alphaville,
DJ Sneak,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.