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 Madagascar and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 John Lydon to the crunk 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light 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 techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Lindisfarne,
Fad Gadget,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Heaven 17,
Goldenarms,
Inner City,
The Monks,
The Cure,
kango's stein massive,
Can,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bauhaus,
Barry Ungar,
U.S. Maple,
Susan Cadogan,
Siglo XX,
Black Sheep,
Lungfish,
Amon Düül II,
Gil Scott Heron,
Freddie Wadling,
The Misunderstood,
China Crisis,
Parry Music,
JFA,
The Electric Prunes,
Theoretical Girls,
Archie Shepp,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Saints,
Agent Orange,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Womack,
Stereo Dub,
Little Man,
Grandmaster Flash,
FM Einheit,
Michelle Simonal,
The Golliwogs,
Marvin Gaye,
The Last Poets,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fire Engines,
ABC,
The Detroit Cobras,
Quadrant,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Birthday Party,
X-101,
Ituana,
Marmalade,
DJ Style,
Scion,
Blake Baxter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.