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 Nicaragua and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin 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 Sun City Girls to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ 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 linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
The Invisible,
Suicide,
Eddi Front,
Pole,
Darondo,
Rotary Connection,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rufus Thomas,
Cymande,
the Human League,
Iggy Pop,
8 Eyed Spy,
Absolute Body Control,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crooked Eye,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fat Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Evens,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Con Funk Shun,
June Days,
Robert Görl,
Barrington Levy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lucky Dragons,
Television,
D'Angelo,
Ohio Players,
ABC,
Depeche Mode,
Fort Wilson Riot,
K-Klass,
Barry Ungar,
A Certain Ratio,
Soft Machine,
Underground Resistance,
E-Dancer,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marmalade,
T.S.O.L.,
Second Layer,
Robert Hood,
Nik Kershaw,
Aloha Tigers,
Goldenarms,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minor Threat,
Moss Icon,
Swell Maps,
Faust,
UT,
The Beau Brummels,
Infiniti,
The Grass Roots,
Blancmange,
Popol Vuh,
Wings,
Sandy B,
Au Pairs,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.