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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Five Americans to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
EPMD,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
cv313,
Ken Boothe,
Audionom,
LL Cool J,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Crispy Ambulance,
JFA,
Gabor Szabo,
48th St. Collective,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Pus,
Gang Gang Dance,
Arthur Verocai,
Michelle Simonal,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Christie,
James White and The Blacks,
The Smiths,
Heaven 17,
Nas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Electric Prunes,
Ludus,
Sun Ra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Radio Birdman,
Albert Ayler,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gladiators,
Sight & Sound,
the Normal,
The Slackers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Move,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hashim,
Letta Mbulu,
Q and Not U,
DNA,
Mad Mike,
Black Bananas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sex Pistols,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Erykah Badu,
The Star Department,
The Evens,
Brass Construction,
Girls At Our Best!,
Qualms,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Chris Corsano,
Brothers Johnson,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.