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 Colombia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar 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 Shuggie Otis to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Graham Central Station,
Dual Sessions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
X-Ray Spex,
Basic Channel,
L. Decosne,
The Birthday Party,
a-ha,
The Red Krayola,
Hot Snakes,
Donald Byrd,
Minnie Riperton,
The Angels of Light,
Newcleus,
Mr. Review,
Isaac Hayes,
The Moody Blues,
Depeche Mode,
Agent Orange,
New Order,
Masters at Work,
Max Romeo,
Donny Hathaway,
Infiniti,
Guru Guru,
Goldenarms,
Oblivians,
Sugar Minott,
Sonic Youth,
Motorama,
Brand Nubian,
The J.B.'s,
Lyres,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Harmonia,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
D'Angelo,
Slave,
Heaven 17,
Fat Boys,
Technova,
Letta Mbulu,
Porter Ricks,
Skriet,
Howard Jones,
Tim Buckley,
China Crisis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Delta 5,
Marine Girls,
DJ Style,
Essential Logic,
B.T. Express,
Franke,
CMW,
Robert Görl,
Bauhaus,
The Neon Judgement,
Sällskapet,
Eve St. Jones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.