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 Malawi and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Count Five 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a güiro 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 rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Man Parrish,
Barrington Levy,
Gong,
Sex Pistols,
Harmonia,
Camouflage,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soft Machine,
Cybotron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Make Up,
Supertramp,
Smog,
Be Bop Deluxe,
MC5,
LL Cool J,
Panda Bear,
Tom Boy,
Flipper,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Todd Terry,
The Tremeloes,
The Gories,
Goldenarms,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Freddie Wadling,
Soul II Soul,
Groovy Waters,
Kurtis Blow,
James White and The Blacks,
Marine Girls,
The New Christs,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fall,
the Association,
Little Man,
Robert Hood,
Bob Dylan,
Talk Talk,
The Zeros,
Jeff Mills,
Kool Moe Dee,
Faraquet,
Blossom Toes,
The Angels of Light,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Colin Newman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bill Wells,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
PIL,
DNA,
Black Bananas,
Flash Fearless,
Grauzone,
The Gap Band,
Siglo XX,
Agitation Free,
Mantronix,
Gang Green,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.