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 Comoros and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Wally Richardson to the electroclash 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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Country Teasers,
Surgeon,
The Offenders,
cv313,
The Litter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Colin Newman,
Newcleus,
Bluetip,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minnie Riperton,
John Coltrane,
Gang Starr,
The Dave Clark Five,
Avey Tare,
Jawbox,
Gang of Four,
Cameo,
Alton Ellis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Matthew Bourne,
Byron Stingily,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Delon & Dalcan,
Alison Limerick,
Lalann,
Crash Course in Science,
Andrew Hill,
Audionom,
Warren Ellis,
The Fall,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
B.T. Express,
Cheater Slicks,
Kurtis Blow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Flipper,
Bang On A Can,
Chris & Cosey,
Grandmaster Flash,
Suicide,
Rekid,
Vainqueur,
London Community Gospel Choir,
A Certain Ratio,
Gil Scott Heron,
Quadrant,
L. Decosne,
Inner City,
The Raincoats,
Alphaville,
Soul II Soul,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Electric Light Orchestra,
World's Most,
Davy DMX,
Dark Day,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.