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 Botswana and from New York.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Fugazi to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Sparks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lyres,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Loose Ends,
Index,
The Young Rascals,
The Leaves,
Lungfish,
Chris & Cosey,
Crooked Eye,
a-ha,
Bill Near,
X-101,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Slits,
Interpol,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Freddie Wadling,
Motorama,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Peter and Kerry,
Dave Gahan,
10cc,
Camberwell Now,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Porter Ricks,
Youth Brigade,
Fad Gadget,
The Saints,
Bluetip,
The Moleskins,
Television Personalities,
The Associates,
Easy Going,
Crispian St. Peters,
Reagan Youth,
The Cramps,
Quadrant,
The Red Krayola,
Mission of Burma,
Soulsonic Force,
Jerry's Kids,
Erykah Badu,
Barry Ungar,
Supertramp,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nik Kershaw,
Country Teasers,
Technova,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scion,
Public Enemy,
David Axelrod,
Jeff Lynne,
The Slackers,
James White and The Blacks,
Bad Manners,
Gregory Isaacs,
Schoolly D,
Funky Four + One,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.