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 Cyprus and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Soul II Soul to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Los Fastidios,
Sight & Sound,
Faraquet,
John Lydon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Gun Club,
The Seeds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Piero Umiliani,
Saccharine Trust,
The Golliwogs,
Pole,
The Raincoats,
Eric Dolphy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Selecter,
Clear Light,
Excepter,
the Sonics,
Mars,
Fatback Band,
the Normal,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Anthony Braxton,
Y Pants,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Intrusion,
The Searchers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mo-Dettes,
Arthur Verocai,
Howard Jones,
the Bar-Kays,
the Soft Cell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Harmonia,
The Leaves,
Oneida,
Big Daddy Kane,
Theoretical Girls,
Henry Cow,
Moebius,
Newcleus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Mummies,
Guru Guru,
Symarip,
Sonic Youth,
Unwound,
Iggy Pop,
The Trojans,
The Velvet Underground,
Ornette Coleman,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Residents,
Yusef Lateef,
Robert Hood,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cymande,
Mission of Burma,
Lakeside,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.