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 Sudan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Ronan to the techno 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Prince Buster,
Boredoms,
Symarip,
Guru Guru,
Index,
John Holt,
Pylon,
Man Parrish,
Siglo XX,
The Zeros,
Sparks,
Jandek,
Drexciya,
Danielle Patucci,
Ice-T,
Junior Murvin,
The Cure,
The Flesh Eaters,
Echospace,
Black Pus,
Malaria!,
Eric Copeland,
Sarah Menescal,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crash Course in Science,
Schoolly D,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Harry Pussy,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Busters,
Niagra,
The Remains,
Sight & Sound,
Morten Harket,
Marc Almond,
MC5,
Jerry's Kids,
Heaven 17,
Gong,
New Order,
Alphaville,
Archie Shepp,
In Retrospect,
Cymande,
Panda Bear,
Chrome,
Zapp,
Lou Reed,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gories,
Nation of Ulysses,
New Age Steppers,
Youth Brigade,
Janne Schatter,
Isaac Hayes,
D'Angelo,
Suicide,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Byron Stingily,
Nas,
Circle Jerks,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.