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 Cambodia and from New York.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Schoolly D to the rap 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare 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 harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Half Japanese,
Camberwell Now,
Ice-T,
Mantronix,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Archie Shepp,
Robert Görl,
KRS-One,
DJ Sneak,
The Smiths,
Sixth Finger,
the Human League,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tears for Fears,
Sister Nancy,
Tomorrow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crispian St. Peters,
Clear Light,
Camouflage,
Cybotron,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
A Certain Ratio,
The Standells,
Neil Young,
Bronski Beat,
Marmalade,
Alison Limerick,
Arthur Verocai,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Moebius,
Audionom,
Delta 5,
Eve St. Jones,
The Moody Blues,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Funkadelic,
Can,
Davy DMX,
Cluster,
Nils Olav,
Hot Snakes,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Grass Roots,
Jawbox,
Nico,
James White and The Blacks,
Pulsallama,
EPMD,
Nick Fraelich,
Chrome,
Electric Prunes,
John Cale,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cal Tjader,
Juan Atkins,
Barrington Levy,
Hoover,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.