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 Iraq and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Marshall Jefferson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a chamberlin 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 arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sixth Finger,
The Cramps,
Parry Music,
The Mummies,
Wally Richardson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Symarip,
Mandrill,
Graham Central Station,
the Human League,
Minny Pops,
Porter Ricks,
Eric Copeland,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tres Demented,
Panda Bear,
Yazoo,
Mark Hollis,
Donald Byrd,
Prince Buster,
Kurtis Blow,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dead Boys,
Tomorrow,
Ronnie Foster,
Quadrant,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DJ Sneak,
Matthew Bourne,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Vogues,
Gil Scott Heron,
Letta Mbulu,
Supertramp,
The Fire Engines,
Neil Young,
Camberwell Now,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wasted Youth,
The Motions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sonny Sharrock,
Con Funk Shun,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Chris & Cosey,
Colin Newman,
Brass Construction,
Soul II Soul,
cv313,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gap Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Robert Görl,
Ludus,
Cheater Slicks,
JFA,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bronski Beat,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.