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 Ivory Coast and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro 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 Soul II Soul to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a mellotron 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?
Charles Mingus,
The Remains,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jacques Brel,
Agitation Free,
The Kinks,
Brick,
Little Man,
Delon & Dalcan,
Steve Hackett,
Thompson Twins,
Radio Birdman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fear,
Scott Walker,
Young Marble Giants,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Thee Headcoats,
Marc Almond,
Cecil Taylor,
Supertramp,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
JFA,
Hardrive,
The Black Dice,
Q65,
Dawn Penn,
Roxy Music,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tres Demented,
The Fire Engines,
kango's stein massive,
Siglo XX,
Leonard Cohen,
Ludus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sixth Finger,
The New Christs,
The Monks,
David Bowie,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
X-102,
Excepter,
Prince Buster,
Faraquet,
The Last Poets,
The Gun Club,
Bootsy Collins,
Robert Hood,
The Slackers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gabor Szabo,
Ponytail,
KRS-One,
10cc,
Gichy Dan,
Motorama,
Public Enemy,
Desert Stars,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
China Crisis,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.