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 Guinea-Bissau and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mo-Dettes to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro 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 a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Josef K,
Peter & Gordon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Glenn Branca,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Unrelated Segments,
Boredoms,
Pharoah Sanders,
Essential Logic,
MC5,
The Cure,
Suicide,
Max Romeo,
Arcadia,
Zapp,
Soft Cell,
Basic Channel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Danielle Patucci,
Wire,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Davy DMX,
Michelle Simonal,
Metal Thangz,
Dual Sessions,
Monolake,
Rod Modell,
Eurythmics,
Drexciya,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hasil Adkins,
Tubeway Army,
Gerry Rafferty,
Infiniti,
Matthew Bourne,
James White and The Blacks,
Soulsonic Force,
The Dirtbombs,
The Skatalites,
Freddie Wadling,
cv313,
Joe Finger,
The United States of America,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Amon Düül,
Colin Newman,
The Moleskins,
Saccharine Trust,
Brothers Johnson,
The Mummies,
Bronski Beat,
Eli Mardock,
Aaron Thompson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soft Machine,
The Remains,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.