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 Grenada and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pantytec to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a marimba 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 oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
10cc,
The Selecter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Patti Smith,
The Skatalites,
Can,
Throbbing Gristle,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Theoretical Girls,
Metal Thangz,
Funky Four + One,
Barrington Levy,
Boredoms,
Oneida,
The Angels of Light,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dual Sessions,
Harpers Bizarre,
R.M.O.,
The Evens,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rosa Yemen,
The Modern Lovers,
Mr. Review,
Faust,
Little Man,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DNA,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Beau Brummels,
Dave Gahan,
Piero Umiliani,
Average White Band,
F. McDonald,
Glambeats Corp.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alton Ellis,
Derrick May,
Lightning Bolt,
Main Source,
Inner City,
Pussy Galore,
Brass Construction,
Lakeside,
The Litter,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Delta 5,
Darondo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brothers Johnson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marine Girls,
Roxette,
Gang Starr,
Drexciya,
Gabor Szabo,
Electric Prunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.