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 Bulgaria and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 Depeche Mode to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a theremin 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 sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
China Crisis,
Faust,
Derrick May,
The Vogues,
T. Rex,
Jerry's Kids,
Rekid,
Rites of Spring,
Joensuu 1685,
Goldenarms,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Malaria!,
Gregory Isaacs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bill Wells,
R.M.O.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Heaven 17,
Kool Moe Dee,
Country Teasers,
Idris Muhammad,
MC5,
PIL,
Darondo,
Wings,
La Düsseldorf,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
This Heat,
Bootsy Collins,
The Velvet Underground,
Pantytec,
EPMD,
Shuggie Otis,
The Barracudas,
Barry Ungar,
Icehouse,
Mo-Dettes,
Wire,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
10cc,
Drexciya,
Arcadia,
UT,
Carl Craig,
Avey Tare,
The Techniques,
ABC,
Unrelated Segments,
Talk Talk,
Joyce Sims,
The Gories,
Scientists,
the Soft Cell,
Eve St. Jones,
Todd Rundgren,
Reuben Wilson,
Livin' Joy,
Anthony Braxton,
Prince Buster,
Howard Jones,
Excepter,
Rotary Connection,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.