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 Iceland and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer 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 snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Johnny Clarke,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dennis Brown,
Nick Fraelich,
Inner City,
New Order,
Bobby Womack,
Franke,
Lightning Bolt,
K-Klass,
The Grass Roots,
Rufus Thomas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minor Threat,
Aural Exciters,
Ultra Naté,
the Bar-Kays,
Eve St. Jones,
Tom Boy,
Little Man,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Juan Atkins,
Sun Ra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dead Boys,
The Move,
Television Personalities,
Dave Gahan,
Sex Pistols,
The Modern Lovers,
Neu!,
Jimmy McGriff,
Public Enemy,
Scrapy,
Dual Sessions,
Neil Young,
The Electric Prunes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Vainqueur,
Kayak,
The Barracudas,
The Cramps,
Arcadia,
Zero Boys,
Second Layer,
The Gap Band,
The Saints,
Aloha Tigers,
The Happenings,
Yellowson,
Television,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lindisfarne,
Donald Byrd,
Brass Construction,
Delta 5,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
June Days,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.