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 Lesotho and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Basic Channel to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Hardrive,
Althea and Donna,
Rites of Spring,
Mission of Burma,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tom Boy,
Surgeon,
Dead Boys,
New Order,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gichy Dan,
Camouflage,
Soul Sonic Force,
Visage,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The United States of America,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Throbbing Gristle,
U.S. Maple,
David Axelrod,
Spoonie Gee,
Roxette,
Alice Coltrane,
Neil Young,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Amon Düül,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Todd Terry,
Barrington Levy,
Pulsallama,
Cluster,
Girls At Our Best!,
R.M.O.,
Niagra,
Massinfluence,
Wings,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bad Manners,
Thompson Twins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Womack,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Monolake,
Sparks,
Kayak,
Agent Orange,
Bill Wells,
Nils Olav,
Freddie Wadling,
Joy Division,
Mark Hollis,
Black Pus,
Metal Thangz,
Sugar Minott,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rekid,
Johnny Osbourne,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.