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 Sri Lanka and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Crash Course in Science to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ash Ra Tempel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ronan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Albert Ayler,
Con Funk Shun,
The Zeros,
The Fuzztones,
Surgeon,
Matthew Bourne,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kurtis Blow,
The Human League,
New York Dolls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Durutti Column,
Junior Murvin,
The Fugs,
Arcadia,
The Monks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dorothy Ashby,
David McCallum,
The Electric Prunes,
Colin Newman,
The Detroit Cobras,
Negative Approach,
Hashim,
The J.B.'s,
The Dave Clark Five,
Maurizio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Symarip,
Tim Buckley,
Television,
The Selecter,
June Days,
Yaz,
Q65,
The Smoke,
The Happenings,
Lyres,
Roxy Music,
The Dirtbombs,
Pere Ubu,
Minutemen,
The Victims,
Black Pus,
The Blues Magoos,
Yusef Lateef,
Ponytail,
Delta 5,
Half Japanese,
Los Fastidios,
Blancmange,
Pantytec,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.