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 Brazil and from London.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Country Teasers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
John Lydon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camberwell Now,
Ten City,
Adolescents,
Pere Ubu,
Arcadia,
Mantronix,
Tropical Tobacco,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Peter and Kerry,
Cymande,
Kas Product,
Mark Hollis,
Absolute Body Control,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Idris Muhammad,
The Mojo Men,
Section 25,
The Selecter,
Minnie Riperton,
Johnny Clarke,
The Modern Lovers,
Delon & Dalcan,
U.S. Maple,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cowsills,
kango's stein massive,
Gerry Rafferty,
B.T. Express,
Freddie Wadling,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Skriet,
Dave Gahan,
Todd Terry,
Arab on Radar,
The Leaves,
The Invisible,
Popol Vuh,
Neil Young,
Gang of Four,
Severed Heads,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mars,
Ice-T,
Saccharine Trust,
Dawn Penn,
Technova,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eurythmics,
Flamin' Groovies,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Pus,
the Soft Cell,
Slave,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Al Stewart,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.