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 Togo and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe 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 clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Judy Mowatt,
The Star Department,
Erasure,
The Raincoats,
Lungfish,
Camberwell Now,
Lucky Dragons,
Piero Umiliani,
Ronnie Foster,
Youth Brigade,
Wally Richardson,
Lalann,
Bronski Beat,
Eli Mardock,
E-Dancer,
Dark Day,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jacob Miller,
Surgeon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marvin Gaye,
DNA,
The Misunderstood,
Jimmy McGriff,
Slave,
Roxette,
The Evens,
Maleditus Sound,
T.S.O.L.,
Alton Ellis,
CMW,
Fat Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minnie Riperton,
Altered Images,
John Cale,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Matthew Halsall,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Audionom,
Morten Harket,
The Smiths,
Patti Smith,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hoover,
The Stooges,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ice-T,
Symarip,
The Saints,
World's Most,
Slick Rick,
Barbara Tucker,
The Litter,
The Searchers,
Bluetip,
Smog,
Funkadelic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Slits,
Jacques Brel,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.