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 Kosovo and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator 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 FM Einheit to the funk 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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Eddi Front,
Gang of Four,
Stetsasonic,
Clear Light,
Alton Ellis,
The Grass Roots,
Ronnie Foster,
UT,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Real Kids,
The Flesh Eaters,
Spandau Ballet,
Tommy Roe,
Boogie Down Productions,
Blake Baxter,
Kayak,
Rapeman,
The Names,
Toni Rubio,
Dawn Penn,
Scion,
Juan Atkins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Five Americans,
Depeche Mode,
In Retrospect,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Easy Going,
Animal Collective,
Cluster,
The Selecter,
Grauzone,
Talk Talk,
Anthony Braxton,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Wake,
Groovy Waters,
Chris Corsano,
Nation of Ulysses,
Echospace,
The Mojo Men,
Glenn Branca,
The Velvet Underground,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
ABBA,
Bauhaus,
Amon Düül II,
Aaron Thompson,
Kurtis Blow,
Sarah Menescal,
Ken Boothe,
E-Dancer,
This Heat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Sheep,
Nico,
Black Flag,
LL Cool J,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Masters at Work,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.