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 Marshall Islands and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 This Heat to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes 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 rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cramps,
Subhumans,
the Association,
Reagan Youth,
Danielle Patucci,
Aural Exciters,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Motions,
Funkadelic,
The Doors,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eric Dolphy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
MC5,
Mark Hollis,
Fela Kuti,
Chrome,
John Cale,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gerry Rafferty,
Patti Smith,
Ossler,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Five Americans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bauhaus,
Model 500,
Inner City,
The Toasters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DJ Sneak,
Davy DMX,
The Vogues,
Moby Grape,
In Retrospect,
Marc Almond,
Pagans,
Chris Corsano,
The Pop Group,
Joey Negro,
Brass Construction,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fluxion,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Victims,
Ice-T,
Erykah Badu,
Skriet,
Saccharine Trust,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Derrick Morgan,
Index,
Goldenarms,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.