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 Marshall Islands and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar 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 A Certain Ratio 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar 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 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kevin Saunderson,
KRS-One,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
Franke,
Moss Icon,
Arcadia,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joey Negro,
Clear Light,
Man Parrish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grauzone,
Magazine,
Sugar Minott,
Tom Boy,
PIL,
Godley & Creme,
Robert Wyatt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DJ Sneak,
The Beau Brummels,
Silicon Teens,
Matthew Halsall,
Popol Vuh,
Swell Maps,
Wire,
Steve Hackett,
Easy Going,
James White and The Blacks,
Babytalk,
Au Pairs,
Maurizio,
The Slackers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
ABBA,
Duran Duran,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jesper Dahlback,
Monolake,
Agitation Free,
Boogie Down Productions,
Toni Rubio,
Rakim,
Excepter,
Shuggie Otis,
Mantronix,
June Days,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minor Threat,
48th St. Collective,
Niagra,
John Coltrane,
Slave,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eve St. Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.