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 Cameroon and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar 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 linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
X-102,
Buzzcocks,
Laurel Aitken,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hashim,
The Tremeloes,
Delta 5,
Bauhaus,
Warren Ellis,
cv313,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Agent Orange,
X-101,
Harpers Bizarre,
Circle Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Fania All-Stars,
ABBA,
The Victims,
Janne Schatter,
Public Enemy,
The Durutti Column,
Franke,
Josef K,
Tubeway Army,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Skaos,
Matthew Bourne,
Eurythmics,
Intrusion,
Roger Hodgson,
Peter and Kerry,
U.S. Maple,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cheater Slicks,
Stiv Bators,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Selecter,
Trumans Water,
KRS-One,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Residents,
The Mummies,
Qualms,
Visage,
Rapeman,
Marc Almond,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gladiators,
The Techniques,
Brand Nubian,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Walker Brothers,
One Last Wish,
Scratch Acid,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.