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 Iran and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Electric Prunes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a synthesizer 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 snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Rapeman,
Jesper Dahlback,
DJ Style,
Morten Harket,
Dennis Brown,
Drive Like Jehu,
Circle Jerks,
Dual Sessions,
Suburban Knight,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Man Parrish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Main Source,
Skaos,
Man Eating Sloth,
Amon Düül,
Thompson Twins,
Hashim,
cv313,
The Moleskins,
Yazoo,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Standells,
Negative Approach,
Robert Hood,
The Real Kids,
Rhythm & Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Patti Smith,
The Trojans,
Technova,
New Age Steppers,
Scion,
The Monks,
Lower 48,
Boz Scaggs,
Crime,
The Gap Band,
Aswad,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Swans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rod Modell,
Gang Starr,
Mantronix,
R.M.O.,
Parry Music,
Wasted Youth,
kango's stein massive,
The Wake,
Nation of Ulysses,
DNA,
Ralphi Rosario,
AZ,
John Coltrane,
The Pop Group,
The Slackers,
Underground Resistance,
Roger Hodgson,
Pagans,
Von Mondo,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.