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 Bolivia and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ken Boothe to the grunge 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 Names. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba 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 mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
The Sound,
Juan Atkins,
Hoover,
Alison Limerick,
Delta 5,
Outsiders,
Girls At Our Best!,
Boredoms,
Suicide,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bush Tetras,
Bill Near,
Eden Ahbez,
MDC,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pagans,
Ohio Players,
Black Bananas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Au Pairs,
Eurythmics,
The Monks,
Marc Almond,
the Normal,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang Green,
Duran Duran,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scion,
D'Angelo,
Erykah Badu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roger Hodgson,
Robert Görl,
Mandrill,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Niagra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pierre Henry,
Joy Division,
Boz Scaggs,
Arcadia,
Roy Ayers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eric Copeland,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Clear Light,
Faraquet,
Michelle Simonal,
Altered Images,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Desert Stars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Danielle Patucci,
Crime,
Eddi Front,
Aaron Thompson,
Thompson Twins,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.