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 Barbados and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Moss Icon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ 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 oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Tubeway Army,
The Busters,
Lou Reed,
Ultravox,
Intrusion,
The Flesh Eaters,
Funky Four + One,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rapeman,
Aswad,
Scott Walker,
Agent Orange,
Barclay James Harvest,
Subhumans,
The Happenings,
Danielle Patucci,
The Dead C,
Scan 7,
Q and Not U,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pere Ubu,
Gabor Szabo,
Nick Fraelich,
Arab on Radar,
Los Fastidios,
The Beau Brummels,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lakeside,
Sun City Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Oneida,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lucky Dragons,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Neon Judgement,
Von Mondo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mandrill,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Techniques,
B.T. Express,
The Sonics,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ice-T,
KRS-One,
X-102,
Michelle Simonal,
Visage,
Monolake,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nils Olav,
The Fugs,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Sherman,
Sun Ra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Blackbyrds,
Bill Wells,
Grey Daturas,
The Litter,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.