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 Comoros and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the marimba 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 LL Cool J to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Anakelly,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minutemen,
Toni Rubio,
Althea and Donna,
Mark Hollis,
Duran Duran,
Minny Pops,
Throbbing Gristle,
Funkadelic,
June of 44,
Erasure,
KRS-One,
Deakin,
Sam Rivers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dual Sessions,
Nik Kershaw,
Fad Gadget,
Boz Scaggs,
Ronan,
Mars,
Smog,
The Monks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brass Construction,
Letta Mbulu,
Sugar Minott,
Icehouse,
Suburban Knight,
The Vogues,
Symarip,
Tommy Roe,
Aural Exciters,
Newcleus,
Brick,
Don Cherry,
Pere Ubu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lindisfarne,
Lungfish,
Terry Callier,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Robert Hood,
The Sonics,
Moss Icon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mandrill,
Depeche Mode,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ice-T,
the Soft Cell,
H. Thieme,
The Human League,
Slick Rick,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.