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 Uganda and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator 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 spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Suicide,
The Beau Brummels,
D'Angelo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Faust,
Soft Machine,
Stereo Dub,
Bronski Beat,
Alison Limerick,
The Dead C,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roger Hodgson,
Idris Muhammad,
Echospace,
Das Ding,
The Martian,
The Monochrome Set,
T. Rex,
Oblivians,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mark Hollis,
John Holt,
Harry Pussy,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fall,
Hasil Adkins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Niagra,
Bobby Sherman,
Jacob Miller,
David Bowie,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hashim,
The Dirtbombs,
Pere Ubu,
the Swans,
Masters at Work,
Cybotron,
Second Layer,
Sexual Harrassment,
Minutemen,
Kerrie Biddell,
Glenn Branca,
Jesper Dahlback,
Deadbeat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nils Olav,
Radiohead,
Piero Umiliani,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sight & Sound,
Eric Copeland,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dawn Penn,
Jandek,
The Neon Judgement,
The Slackers,
Theoretical Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.