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 Brunei and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Bobby Womack to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a marimba 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 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Blake Baxter,
Yazoo,
Wolf Eyes,
Grey Daturas,
The Vogues,
Matthew Bourne,
Das Ding,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pantaleimon,
Michelle Simonal,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang of Four,
Popol Vuh,
Niagra,
Faust,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Desert Stars,
Chris & Cosey,
Brand Nubian,
Wings,
R.M.O.,
The Toasters,
X-102,
Sonny Sharrock,
Patti Smith,
Intrusion,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Blackbyrds,
Alton Ellis,
Half Japanese,
Gang Green,
Maleditus Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
China Crisis,
Magma,
Mantronix,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Happenings,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barrington Levy,
Panda Bear,
Von Mondo,
The Velvet Underground,
Sam Rivers,
Arthur Verocai,
Tubeway Army,
Blossom Toes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rotary Connection,
Stiv Bators,
DNA,
Hasil Adkins,
Jacob Miller,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gabor Szabo,
Japan,
Aaron Thompson,
Second Layer,
The Real Kids,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.