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 Guatemala and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Yusef Lateef to the rock 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ 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 oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cramps,
These Immortal Souls,
Babytalk,
Jawbox,
Toni Rubio,
Bill Wells,
Funky Four + One,
Boredoms,
The Buckinghams,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pagans,
Reuben Wilson,
Oneida,
Boogie Down Productions,
Suburban Knight,
Aswad,
Rufus Thomas,
Piero Umiliani,
DJ Style,
Royal Trux,
The Leaves,
Eden Ahbez,
cv313,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stockholm Monsters,
Basic Channel,
F. McDonald,
Hoover,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bootsy Collins,
Roxette,
Yellowson,
The Star Department,
Goldenarms,
Moss Icon,
Rapeman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rekid,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fortunes,
Schoolly D,
Tom Boy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Country Teasers,
Main Source,
Massinfluence,
Marvin Gaye,
The Dead C,
Wolf Eyes,
Pierre Henry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Red Krayola,
Patti Smith,
Mark Hollis,
The Techniques,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jacques Brel,
Arab on Radar,
Fat Boys,
Sun City Girls,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.