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 Papua New Guinea and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 48th St. Collective to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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,
Fluxion,
Can,
Colin Newman,
Anthony Braxton,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Lydon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Moby Grape,
The Associates,
Marshall Jefferson,
Piero Umiliani,
Liliput,
Cal Tjader,
Siglo XX,
Black Sheep,
LL Cool J,
Half Japanese,
K-Klass,
The Martian,
Tubeway Army,
Sun City Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sam Rivers,
The Skatalites,
Scan 7,
Bill Wells,
Yazoo,
Minny Pops,
Reuben Wilson,
Carl Craig,
Qualms,
Lightning Bolt,
Sugar Minott,
The Gladiators,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The American Breed,
Dead Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The J.B.'s,
the Human League,
Rufus Thomas,
Chrome,
Crash Course in Science,
Pole,
Smog,
Saccharine Trust,
Silicon Teens,
F. McDonald,
Ohio Players,
Tommy Roe,
Ponytail,
Kenny Larkin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
David Bowie,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.