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 Zimbabwe and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Matthew Bourne to the techno 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Los Fastidios,
Johnny Clarke,
Flipper,
Livin' Joy,
Amazonics,
Silicon Teens,
Procol Harum,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Terrestrial Tones,
Urselle,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Suicide,
Swell Maps,
Lindisfarne,
Al Stewart,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jacob Miller,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Knickerbockers,
Faraquet,
Zero Boys,
Qualms,
The Motions,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camberwell Now,
Inner City,
The Happenings,
Fela Kuti,
Chris & Cosey,
Juan Atkins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Wake,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ronan,
Absolute Body Control,
Blake Baxter,
Roxy Music,
Subhumans,
Quantec,
Fat Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
Anakelly,
Youth Brigade,
Barclay James Harvest,
Howard Jones,
a-ha,
In Retrospect,
Kevin Saunderson,
Basic Channel,
Sex Pistols,
The Barracudas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Names,
Alphaville,
Black Sheep,
Eden Ahbez,
The Litter,
David Bowie,
Charles Mingus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bad Manners,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.