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 Monaco and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Soul Sonic Force to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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,
Eve St. Jones,
Ronan,
Bauhaus,
Von Mondo,
Yazoo,
Robert Wyatt,
Accadde A,
The Dirtbombs,
Rotary Connection,
Maleditus Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barbara Tucker,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Association,
Section 25,
DJ Sneak,
Slave,
Audionom,
Flash Fearless,
Harry Pussy,
Black Pus,
Jeff Lynne,
Newcleus,
Crime,
Vainqueur,
Colin Newman,
Roger Hodgson,
Depeche Mode,
Charles Mingus,
Ornette Coleman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Moebius,
Whodini,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Byrd,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dawn Penn,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Dave Clark Five,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Boredoms,
Minnie Riperton,
Easy Going,
Johnny Clarke,
Barry Ungar,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Suburban Knight,
Gang Green,
The Vogues,
Cybotron,
Royal Trux,
The Divine Comedy,
Con Funk Shun,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.