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 Philippines and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Newcleus to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and an arpeggiator 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 guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Basic Channel,
LL Cool J,
Pagans,
Delta 5,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deadbeat,
Eli Mardock,
Siglo XX,
The Dirtbombs,
Graham Central Station,
Chris Corsano,
Pere Ubu,
Junior Murvin,
Icehouse,
MDC,
Fela Kuti,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scan 7,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Bananas,
Con Funk Shun,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dark Day,
Don Cherry,
The Moleskins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Absolute Body Control,
The Skatalites,
Slave,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Modern Lovers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Golliwogs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Half Japanese,
Groovy Waters,
the Normal,
Intrusion,
David Axelrod,
Lightning Bolt,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soul II Soul,
Metal Thangz,
Duran Duran,
Procol Harum,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Pus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Soft Cell,
Todd Rundgren,
Second Layer,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ossler,
Delon & Dalcan,
June Days,
The Sound,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.