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 Tunisia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Smoke to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '80s.
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 sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marc Almond,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hasil Adkins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
ABC,
X-101,
Harpers Bizarre,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Loose Ends,
Parry Music,
Crime,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Oneida,
Bush Tetras,
Scan 7,
Kerri Chandler,
New York Dolls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gichy Dan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ronnie Foster,
Iggy Pop,
Skriet,
Amon Düül II,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gladiators,
DJ Sneak,
John Coltrane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wally Richardson,
Schoolly D,
Avey Tare,
Liliput,
Brand Nubian,
Suburban Knight,
Swell Maps,
Amon Düül,
Funky Four + One,
Symarip,
Unwound,
The Sound,
Can,
Blake Baxter,
OOIOO,
Oblivians,
Con Funk Shun,
Slick Rick,
The Flesh Eaters,
Barry Ungar,
The Zeros,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Procol Harum,
Ten City,
The Pop Group,
Black Flag,
Nick Fraelich,
Sugar Minott,
The Angels of Light,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.