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 Dominican Republic and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Lou Christie,
Ponytail,
Mr. Review,
The Gories,
Soft Cell,
Scan 7,
Aural Exciters,
Nas,
T. Rex,
Swans,
Soulsonic Force,
The Standells,
Graham Central Station,
Q and Not U,
Suicide,
The Martian,
Technova,
Clear Light,
Dual Sessions,
The Smiths,
Drexciya,
The Velvet Underground,
Jandek,
Marmalade,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soft Machine,
Audionom,
Boz Scaggs,
Masters at Work,
Minny Pops,
Monolake,
Simply Red,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gap Band,
Joe Smooth,
Rod Modell,
Tom Boy,
Grey Daturas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joy Division,
John Foxx,
The Durutti Column,
Minnie Riperton,
Nils Olav,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gun Club,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ken Boothe,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Erykah Badu,
Idris Muhammad,
The Golliwogs,
Kerrie Biddell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wings,
Cameo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tim Buckley,
Marvin Gaye,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.