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 Maldives and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jeru the Damaja to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Aswad,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Sheep,
ABBA,
Joe Finger,
Royal Trux,
The Dave Clark Five,
Arab on Radar,
Morten Harket,
Marine Girls,
The Divine Comedy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barclay James Harvest,
Siglo XX,
Warsaw,
Tomorrow,
cv313,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Guru Guru,
Connie Case,
Duran Duran,
The Seeds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fugs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fugazi,
The Kinks,
Youth Brigade,
The Doobie Brothers,
Underground Resistance,
CMW,
Danielle Patucci,
Parry Music,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
One Last Wish,
Johnny Clarke,
Idris Muhammad,
The Velvet Underground,
Faust,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rotary Connection,
the Bar-Kays,
Joey Negro,
Livin' Joy,
Ohio Players,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
China Crisis,
Rites of Spring,
The Birthday Party,
H. Thieme,
Alton Ellis,
Goldenarms,
Eric Dolphy,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Victims,
Arcadia,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.