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 Sweden and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ 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 Stockholm Monsters to the jazz 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a harpsichord 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 harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
Marmalade,
Erasure,
Avey Tare,
Procol Harum,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pussy Galore,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Buzzcocks,
The Happenings,
Dark Day,
Rosa Yemen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Robert Hood,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Audionom,
Supertramp,
Pagans,
Banda Bassotti,
DJ Sneak,
The Tremeloes,
Skarface,
The Smiths,
The Searchers,
T.S.O.L.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Andrew Hill,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cecil Taylor,
In Retrospect,
48th St. Collective,
the Swans,
a-ha,
Hoover,
Scientists,
The Neon Judgement,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ronnie Foster,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cymande,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Divine Comedy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Skaos,
Dead Boys,
Yaz,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camouflage,
Robert Görl,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ossler,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sam Rivers,
Peter and Kerry,
Joyce Sims,
Spandau Ballet,
OOIOO,
Yellowson,
Essential Logic,
Ohio Players,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.