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 Jordan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Arthur Verocai to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cymande,
Scratch Acid,
Prince Buster,
Siglo XX,
Das Ding,
Magazine,
Pantaleimon,
The Gladiators,
Intrusion,
John Lydon,
Dark Day,
the Sonics,
Ken Boothe,
Quando Quango,
Fugazi,
Mr. Review,
Quantec,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Zapp,
Maleditus Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Iggy Pop,
Janne Schatter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Amazonics,
Matthew Bourne,
Bob Dylan,
Sugar Minott,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Neon Judgement,
The Remains,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Christie,
The Smiths,
Derrick May,
Nirvana,
The Dirtbombs,
Alison Limerick,
Lalo Schifrin,
F. McDonald,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The J.B.'s,
Glenn Branca,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bronski Beat,
Bizarre Inc.,
Echospace,
Gabor Szabo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Neu!,
Matthew Halsall,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Victims,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.