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 Greece and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Barbara Tucker 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents 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?
Robert Görl,
the Association,
The Barracudas,
Mo-Dettes,
Desert Stars,
Monolake,
Black Bananas,
The Durutti Column,
The Remains,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Slits,
Lucky Dragons,
Whodini,
Ronnie Foster,
UT,
The United States of America,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Erykah Badu,
Ken Boothe,
Rakim,
Camberwell Now,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bootsy Collins,
Sound Behaviour,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Reed,
June Days,
John Cale,
Minnie Riperton,
Dennis Brown,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DJ Style,
Tears for Fears,
June of 44,
Tomorrow,
Dorothy Ashby,
Maleditus Sound,
Audionom,
The Skatalites,
T. Rex,
Todd Terry,
The Five Americans,
Bad Manners,
Underground Resistance,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jeff Mills,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Iggy Pop,
Brand Nubian,
Sister Nancy,
The Fugs,
The Index,
The Last Poets,
Colin Newman,
Chris Corsano,
Y Pants,
Severed Heads,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.