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 Czech Republic and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Alice Coltrane to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ludus,
The Velvet Underground,
a-ha,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Michelle Simonal,
Banda Bassotti,
The Angels of Light,
Anthony Braxton,
Motorama,
Los Fastidios,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lightning Bolt,
MDC,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gun Club,
Laurel Aitken,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Shuggie Otis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Barracudas,
Spandau Ballet,
Judy Mowatt,
Cal Tjader,
Dual Sessions,
the Fania All-Stars,
Unwound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Loose Ends,
Toni Rubio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Delta 5,
Model 500,
Dennis Brown,
Rosa Yemen,
Scion,
The Durutti Column,
Wally Richardson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lindisfarne,
Matthew Halsall,
Yazoo,
Q65,
Lee Hazlewood,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Drexciya,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Accadde A,
Lou Christie,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Associates,
Donald Byrd,
Yellowson,
Theoretical Girls,
David Axelrod,
Terry Callier,
EPMD,
Alton Ellis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scientists,
Sam Rivers,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.