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 Switzerland and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Roger Hodgson to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
The Flesh Eaters,
Franke,
Unrelated Segments,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tim Buckley,
The Techniques,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Archie Shepp,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang Green,
Johnny Osbourne,
Arab on Radar,
The Dirtbombs,
The Vogues,
The Fortunes,
Black Pus,
Blancmange,
Alton Ellis,
The Martian,
Severed Heads,
The Raincoats,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Sonics,
Parry Music,
Sister Nancy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gladiators,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fela Kuti,
Flamin' Groovies,
Quando Quango,
Can,
Albert Ayler,
OOIOO,
Schoolly D,
John Lydon,
Unwound,
John Cale,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roxy Music,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grey Daturas,
EPMD,
Fear,
Newcleus,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Max Romeo,
Cecil Taylor,
Audionom,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Womack,
Chrome,
Banda Bassotti,
The Modern Lovers,
the Swans,
Deakin,
Monolake,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Litter,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.