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 Indonesia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Mo-Dettes to the grime 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Sixth Finger,
Depeche Mode,
Johnny Clarke,
Ludus,
Barry Ungar,
Theoretical Girls,
Delta 5,
Groovy Waters,
Maurizio,
The Trojans,
Bronski Beat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Durutti Column,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rakim,
Pantytec,
Derrick Morgan,
Danielle Patucci,
Al Stewart,
Section 25,
June Days,
Radiohead,
Flipper,
Skarface,
Hasil Adkins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Heaven 17,
Panda Bear,
Icehouse,
The Doobie Brothers,
Outsiders,
Alison Limerick,
Niagra,
Cybotron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cramps,
Henry Cow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Susan Cadogan,
Alice Coltrane,
The Buckinghams,
Minny Pops,
The Fall,
Janne Schatter,
The Gories,
PIL,
Nation of Ulysses,
Can,
La Düsseldorf,
Supertramp,
Terry Callier,
Jeru the Damaja,
Symarip,
Sarah Menescal,
Angry Samoans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wolf Eyes,
Hardrive,
Mad Mike,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pole,
The Associates,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.