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 Antigua and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the snare 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 Technova to the disco 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
The Cowsills,
Sam Rivers,
Black Moon,
Erasure,
Y Pants,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Zeros,
ABBA,
Excepter,
Tomorrow,
Nirvana,
DJ Sneak,
Black Bananas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Model 500,
Altered Images,
Camouflage,
DNA,
Ronan,
The Count Five,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aaron Thompson,
Scott Walker,
The Fuzztones,
Althea and Donna,
New Order,
the Sonics,
the Bar-Kays,
Los Fastidios,
Liliput,
Eddi Front,
Gang of Four,
Crash Course in Science,
Niagra,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Sonics,
The Searchers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rotary Connection,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wire,
Tubeway Army,
Metal Thangz,
Fat Boys,
Magma,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kas Product,
The Flesh Eaters,
Josef K,
Accadde A,
Cecil Taylor,
The Durutti Column,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Names,
Cymande,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kenny Larkin,
The Leaves,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.