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 Singapore and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lyres to the punk 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer 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 rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Gerry Rafferty,
Loose Ends,
The Slackers,
Whodini,
Absolute Body Control,
Circle Jerks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wire,
Nas,
The Martian,
Visage,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Prince Buster,
Ken Boothe,
The Names,
Nirvana,
L. Decosne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sound Behaviour,
Scan 7,
Goldenarms,
Cecil Taylor,
Amazonics,
Curtis Mayfield,
Blancmange,
Rapeman,
Rites of Spring,
Swans,
the Bar-Kays,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lightning Bolt,
Marcia Griffiths,
Negative Approach,
Section 25,
Wings,
The Neon Judgement,
The Zeros,
The Beau Brummels,
Average White Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bang On A Can,
The Misunderstood,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Darondo,
Mark Hollis,
John Coltrane,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Star Department,
DJ Style,
Thee Headcoats,
Eric Copeland,
Interpol,
Kayak,
Barrington Levy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minor Threat,
The Remains,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.