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 Slovenia and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the disco 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soul II Soul,
Second Layer,
Minny Pops,
Nico,
Ossler,
The Invisible,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ituana,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Selecter,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Velvet Underground,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Surgeon,
Johnny Clarke,
Sugar Minott,
DJ Style,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Depeche Mode,
Magazine,
Alphaville,
Newcleus,
Ten City,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barrington Levy,
Morten Harket,
The Offenders,
Carl Craig,
Tim Buckley,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sonic Youth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Animal Collective,
The Remains,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Leaves,
Faraquet,
Kenny Larkin,
Marc Almond,
The Skatalites,
Trumans Water,
Joey Negro,
Slick Rick,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jimmy McGriff,
Amazonics,
the Bar-Kays,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Reed,
E-Dancer,
The Divine Comedy,
Livin' Joy,
Nick Fraelich,
Zapp,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Martian,
Danielle Patucci,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.