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 Denmark and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar 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 snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
These Immortal Souls,
Yaz,
Metal Thangz,
the Soft Cell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Chris Corsano,
Eli Mardock,
Dead Boys,
Morten Harket,
Yellowson,
Shoche,
Roxy Music,
Cheater Slicks,
Deepchord,
Second Layer,
Cameo,
The Fuzztones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wire,
The Techniques,
Technova,
Rekid,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yusef Lateef,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fugs,
Peter & Gordon,
Talk Talk,
In Retrospect,
Todd Rundgren,
Camberwell Now,
Vladislav Delay,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joey Negro,
The J.B.'s,
Marmalade,
Pierre Henry,
LL Cool J,
The Mummies,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Al Stewart,
Babytalk,
The Shadows of Knight,
Symarip,
Groovy Waters,
Pulsallama,
Vainqueur,
Ronnie Foster,
New York Dolls,
Crime,
Severed Heads,
The Sonics,
the Fania All-Stars,
Swans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Au Pairs,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.