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 Palau and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator 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 rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
JFA,
Shoche,
Spoonie Gee,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pussy Galore,
Tubeway Army,
The Kinks,
DNA,
Zero Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
AZ,
Fear,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
D'Angelo,
Bootsy Collins,
Aaron Thompson,
Minutemen,
Joy Division,
Cymande,
Piero Umiliani,
Nation of Ulysses,
Groovy Waters,
Y Pants,
Black Moon,
Isaac Hayes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bronski Beat,
Unrelated Segments,
Von Mondo,
Warren Ellis,
David McCallum,
The American Breed,
The Red Krayola,
Livin' Joy,
Thompson Twins,
Sonic Youth,
Duran Duran,
Sexual Harrassment,
CMW,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
MDC,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fugazi,
The Misunderstood,
Flipper,
Depeche Mode,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Todd Terry,
the Sonics,
Roxy Music,
Juan Atkins,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cheater Slicks,
Easy Going,
The Saints,
Boredoms,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.