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 Hungary and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum 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 Desert Stars to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord 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 clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Eric B and Rakim,
Iggy Pop,
Duran Duran,
Pierre Henry,
Sam Rivers,
Malaria!,
June Days,
Kurtis Blow,
Graham Central Station,
X-101,
The Blackbyrds,
Aloha Tigers,
Rekid,
Lucky Dragons,
The Seeds,
Marvin Gaye,
Bob Dylan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Germs,
Vainqueur,
Eurythmics,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mr. Review,
Arab on Radar,
The Modern Lovers,
A Certain Ratio,
Porter Ricks,
The Monks,
Sällskapet,
The Busters,
Juan Atkins,
the Sonics,
Marine Girls,
Funky Four + One,
Electric Light Orchestra,
PIL,
The Victims,
Yusef Lateef,
Rod Modell,
Aswad,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Stooges,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Derrick Morgan,
D'Angelo,
Newcleus,
Minor Threat,
Harmonia,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gichy Dan,
Suburban Knight,
Chris & Cosey,
Amazonics,
Popol Vuh,
Pagans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.