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 Maldives and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Jacob Miller to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Heaven 17,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hasil Adkins,
Oneida,
The Trojans,
Second Layer,
Au Pairs,
Soulsonic Force,
Unrelated Segments,
Pantytec,
Intrusion,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kenny Larkin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dennis Brown,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hoover,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Section 25,
Janne Schatter,
Surgeon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Davy DMX,
Peter & Gordon,
Magazine,
Maleditus Sound,
Duran Duran,
Pole,
Thee Headcoats,
The Blackbyrds,
Icehouse,
Sex Pistols,
Visage,
Eve St. Jones,
Sandy B,
The Standells,
L. Decosne,
Youth Brigade,
Man Parrish,
Blake Baxter,
Flipper,
Matthew Bourne,
Suburban Knight,
The Names,
Smog,
Motorama,
EPMD,
Deadbeat,
Franke,
Moby Grape,
Gong,
Eurythmics,
Eden Ahbez,
Jeff Mills,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roxy Music,
Black Bananas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Reagan Youth,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.