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 Belarus and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes 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 Glenn Branca to the grime 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer 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 a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Bobby Byrd,
Janne Schatter,
Can,
Eurythmics,
Roxette,
Nils Olav,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hashim,
New Age Steppers,
the Soft Cell,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gladiators,
The Angels of Light,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Modern Lovers,
John Holt,
Zero Boys,
Mission of Burma,
The Searchers,
Aaron Thompson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Monks,
Massinfluence,
Arab on Radar,
The Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eddi Front,
Groovy Waters,
Aloha Tigers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Motorama,
The Cure,
Roxy Music,
Average White Band,
Barbara Tucker,
The Slackers,
The J.B.'s,
Deadbeat,
The Skatalites,
Danielle Patucci,
AZ,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fear,
Hoover,
Chris & Cosey,
R.M.O.,
Derrick May,
Rod Modell,
Crash Course in Science,
The Durutti Column,
Goldenarms,
The Invisible,
Ronnie Foster,
The Moleskins,
the Association,
Ice-T,
Alice Coltrane,
Electric Prunes,
a-ha,
Dave Gahan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.