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 Korea North and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Index to the grime 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes 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 linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Fatback Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rod Modell,
the Soft Cell,
Groovy Waters,
Lightning Bolt,
Warsaw,
The J.B.'s,
Hardrive,
X-Ray Spex,
Marine Girls,
L. Decosne,
Porter Ricks,
the Slits,
The Invisible,
Section 25,
Black Moon,
The Slackers,
Drexciya,
Essential Logic,
Eve St. Jones,
Roger Hodgson,
Letta Mbulu,
Procol Harum,
A Flock of Seagulls,
China Crisis,
The Leaves,
Donald Byrd,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Smiths,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
AZ,
R.M.O.,
Rufus Thomas,
Max Romeo,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Five Americans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Altered Images,
Accadde A,
Freddie Wadling,
Little Man,
Crooked Eye,
The Evens,
Sound Behaviour,
The Gun Club,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mission of Burma,
The Moody Blues,
Nico,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mr. Review,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fire Engines,
Supertramp,
Yusef Lateef,
The Victims,
Iggy Pop,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.