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 Israel and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Smog to the electroclash 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum 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 oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ken Boothe,
Half Japanese,
Byron Stingily,
Sun Ra,
Robert Görl,
Anakelly,
Cameo,
Bronski Beat,
Index,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Technova,
Mr. Review,
Kurtis Blow,
The Invisible,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Byrd,
Circle Jerks,
Accadde A,
Public Enemy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Young Rascals,
Youth Brigade,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Theoretical Girls,
The Angels of Light,
The Smiths,
David Bowie,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Music Machine,
Tom Boy,
Country Teasers,
Q and Not U,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Sherman,
the Bar-Kays,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Busters,
Darondo,
Skaos,
Model 500,
Idris Muhammad,
Marc Almond,
The Stooges,
Roy Ayers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barrington Levy,
Negative Approach,
the Association,
Goldenarms,
UT,
The Dirtbombs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Human League,
Brothers Johnson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dawn Penn,
Rapeman,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.