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 Gambia and from Cairo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 Marvin Gaye to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator 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 linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
The Modern Lovers,
Ornette Coleman,
Davy DMX,
Fatback Band,
Charles Mingus,
Blossom Toes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Procol Harum,
Peter and Kerry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Suicide,
Roxette,
Soul II Soul,
Section 25,
Nico,
Andrew Hill,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scott Walker,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Youth Brigade,
Babytalk,
The Tremeloes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alice Coltrane,
Urselle,
Pole,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Star Department,
D'Angelo,
Black Pus,
Thompson Twins,
Piero Umiliani,
Isaac Hayes,
The Flesh Eaters,
New Order,
The Skatalites,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Mummies,
Brick,
The Vogues,
Electric Prunes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deakin,
Japan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Colin Newman,
Tommy Roe,
Ossler,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wolf Eyes,
Das Ding,
The Kinks,
Ponytail,
Althea and Donna,
The Raincoats,
Cymande,
Max Romeo,
Josef K,
Derrick Morgan,
Sonic Youth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.