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 Uzbekistan and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Selecter to the electroclash 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
China Crisis,
Grey Daturas,
Fluxion,
cv313,
Susan Cadogan,
Excepter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Television Personalities,
The Wake,
Make Up,
Rod Modell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Slackers,
Sugar Minott,
Gang Starr,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lyres,
Echospace,
Scientists,
Stetsasonic,
The Mummies,
Deepchord,
New Age Steppers,
Mandrill,
Circle Jerks,
Girls At Our Best!,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Godley & Creme,
Stiv Bators,
Hot Snakes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Yazoo,
Livin' Joy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Soft Cell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Desert Stars,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nico,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
T. Rex,
Sound Behaviour,
The Dirtbombs,
The Standells,
The Seeds,
Crime,
Bronski Beat,
Popol Vuh,
Black Moon,
Alice Coltrane,
Brick,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pylon,
The Star Department,
Ultravox,
Amazonics,
Organ,
John Coltrane,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.