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 Sierra Leone and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Human League to the crunk 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes 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 harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Sarah Menescal,
Lower 48,
Ohio Players,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soulsonic Force,
Jacques Brel,
Colin Newman,
Sällskapet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Metal Thangz,
Rhythm & Sound,
Model 500,
Black Flag,
Livin' Joy,
Minnie Riperton,
Eve St. Jones,
Tropical Tobacco,
Half Japanese,
Pantytec,
Cybotron,
Spoonie Gee,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Siglo XX,
The Last Poets,
Average White Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sun City Girls,
June of 44,
R.M.O.,
Chris & Cosey,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mantronix,
cv313,
Pantaleimon,
Roxette,
Infiniti,
Sonic Youth,
The Sound,
Barrington Levy,
Faust,
Talk Talk,
B.T. Express,
Cluster,
Man Eating Sloth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Circle Jerks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Sheep,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Masters at Work,
DNA,
The Sonics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ralphi Rosario,
Graham Central Station,
Maurizio,
The Dirtbombs,
Junior Murvin,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.