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 Montenegro and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Modern Lovers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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,
Tim Buckley,
Don Cherry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ponytail,
The Angels of Light,
Eden Ahbez,
John Holt,
Nirvana,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Main Source,
Patti Smith,
Bootsy Collins,
Smog,
Cymande,
Rakim,
Josef K,
Bang On A Can,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Harmonia,
Index,
Lungfish,
Vainqueur,
X-101,
ABC,
Lou Christie,
DJ Style,
Sex Pistols,
Qualms,
Fad Gadget,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Electric Prunes,
Tommy Roe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Index,
The Fuzztones,
Fear,
Quadrant,
Boz Scaggs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nick Fraelich,
Suburban Knight,
Khruangbin,
Spoonie Gee,
Mission of Burma,
The United States of America,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gun Club,
Howard Jones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sister Nancy,
Black Pus,
Neil Young,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cal Tjader,
Groovy Waters,
Glenn Branca,
Prince Buster,
a-ha,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.