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 Finland and from London.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Funkadelic,
Skriet,
DJ Sneak,
Sister Nancy,
The Sonics,
Tubeway Army,
John Coltrane,
The Leaves,
Roy Ayers,
Gichy Dan,
Patti Smith,
Brothers Johnson,
Massinfluence,
The Young Rascals,
The Wake,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marshall Jefferson,
a-ha,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Y Pants,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crooked Eye,
Darondo,
Wasted Youth,
Tim Buckley,
Yellowson,
Judy Mowatt,
Kaleidoscope,
Spandau Ballet,
The United States of America,
Kurtis Blow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ornette Coleman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gun Club,
The Victims,
Lightning Bolt,
The Music Machine,
Shoche,
Derrick Morgan,
Minor Threat,
Dawn Penn,
Simply Red,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
cv313,
Circle Jerks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Maleditus Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Shuggie Otis,
Basic Channel,
Warren Ellis,
Danielle Patucci,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eve St. Jones,
Stetsasonic,
Carl Craig,
Piero Umiliani,
Spoonie Gee,
Don Cherry,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.