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 Namibia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rakim to the rap 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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Radiohead,
Au Pairs,
Rapeman,
Technova,
Rosa Yemen,
Cymande,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nik Kershaw,
La Düsseldorf,
Trumans Water,
Duran Duran,
Bob Dylan,
Gong,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minny Pops,
The Pretty Things,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jesper Dahlback,
Godley & Creme,
The Selecter,
Harry Pussy,
The Star Department,
Bill Near,
Eric Dolphy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Franke,
Traffic Nightmare,
David Bowie,
Swans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Echospace,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Byrd,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pantaleimon,
Young Marble Giants,
Hot Snakes,
The Buckinghams,
Tomorrow,
Lungfish,
Barrington Levy,
Laurel Aitken,
Frankie Knuckles,
Amazonics,
Kerrie Biddell,
T.S.O.L.,
Cecil Taylor,
Pantytec,
Faust,
David Axelrod,
The Vogues,
Banda Bassotti,
Con Funk Shun,
Goldenarms,
Scrapy,
Albert Ayler,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie 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.