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 China and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Prince Buster to the dance 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Scratch Acid,
Joy Division,
Ken Boothe,
Toni Rubio,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Mojo Men,
Jerry's Kids,
Fluxion,
Junior Murvin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Subhumans,
Interpol,
Bobby Womack,
Charles Mingus,
Connie Case,
Stetsasonic,
Graham Central Station,
Marcia Griffiths,
Magazine,
Zero Boys,
Silicon Teens,
Iggy Pop,
Hoover,
Radio Birdman,
Black Sheep,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Grass Roots,
Mandrill,
The Modern Lovers,
Soft Machine,
Warren Ellis,
Shoche,
H. Thieme,
Cameo,
Steve Hackett,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Public Enemy,
Tomorrow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Boredoms,
LL Cool J,
The Victims,
Johnny Osbourne,
Spoonie Gee,
Robert Wyatt,
Kerri Chandler,
Lungfish,
Altered Images,
Bronski Beat,
The Leaves,
The Invisible,
The Moody Blues,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Christie,
Harmonia,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Model 500,
Gang Starr,
Pere Ubu,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.