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 Swaziland and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Gastr Del Sol to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a marimba 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 mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bizarre Inc.,
Motorama,
Goldenarms,
Adolescents,
Sun Ra,
Crispian St. Peters,
Piero Umiliani,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wings,
Lungfish,
The Blackbyrds,
Camberwell Now,
Echospace,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Massinfluence,
Duran Duran,
The Red Krayola,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Five Americans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Germs,
Ronnie Foster,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Electric Prunes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Underground Resistance,
Eden Ahbez,
L. Decosne,
Interpol,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Star Department,
Schoolly D,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nik Kershaw,
Lindisfarne,
The Invisible,
John Coltrane,
Sound Behaviour,
Tres Demented,
Ornette Coleman,
Joensuu 1685,
Newcleus,
Man Parrish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wasted Youth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Martian,
Arcadia,
Nick Fraelich,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Flag,
The Slackers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Max Romeo,
Spandau Ballet,
Warren Ellis,
the Swans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Niagra,
The Barracudas,
The Leaves,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.