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 Chad and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron 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 Robert Hood to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 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 spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Danielle Patucci,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minor Threat,
Freddie Wadling,
AZ,
Unwound,
Hot Snakes,
Spandau Ballet,
Nico,
Essential Logic,
The Five Americans,
Don Cherry,
Nas,
Kenny Larkin,
Massinfluence,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Monochrome Set,
Monolake,
R.M.O.,
Desert Stars,
The Beau Brummels,
Thompson Twins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minutemen,
Neil Young,
Marmalade,
Siglo XX,
Althea and Donna,
Marine Girls,
Lakeside,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gabor Szabo,
Traffic Nightmare,
8 Eyed Spy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
JFA,
Kas Product,
the Bar-Kays,
Dawn Penn,
the Fania All-Stars,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Victims,
Mo-Dettes,
The Golliwogs,
Das Ding,
Newcleus,
Crime,
The Blues Magoos,
ABC,
the Germs,
James White and The Blacks,
Boz Scaggs,
Piero Umiliani,
Amon Düül II,
Laurel Aitken,
The Associates,
the Sonics,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.