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 Mauritania and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Remains to the funk 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare 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 arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nils Olav,
Jerry's Kids,
Barry Ungar,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pierre Henry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The New Christs,
Todd Terry,
Half Japanese,
Sugar Minott,
the Germs,
Wings,
Los Fastidios,
Ultra Naté,
Loose Ends,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Names,
Soft Machine,
Toni Rubio,
Ultravox,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Graham Central Station,
The United States of America,
Erasure,
Mad Mike,
Talk Talk,
Spoonie Gee,
This Heat,
Hasil Adkins,
Moby Grape,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Buckinghams,
Marmalade,
Second Layer,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Steve Hackett,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soul II Soul,
Bob Dylan,
Quantec,
Al Stewart,
Dual Sessions,
Babytalk,
Rufus Thomas,
Eric B and Rakim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marc Almond,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Darondo,
Brass Construction,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roy Ayers,
Scan 7,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Liliput,
The Gun Club,
Leonard Cohen,
Howard Jones,
the Swans,
Theoretical Girls,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.