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 Brazil and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Das Ding to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Franke,
Television,
Eric Dolphy,
Los Fastidios,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Moody Blues,
Lakeside,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yusef Lateef,
Reagan Youth,
F. McDonald,
The Red Krayola,
Siglo XX,
Ultravox,
Alison Limerick,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pole,
Q and Not U,
Ituana,
Average White Band,
Judy Mowatt,
The Stooges,
Ten City,
Fugazi,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Public Enemy,
Clear Light,
Altered Images,
Nik Kershaw,
Fat Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Technova,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Trumans Water,
Sight & Sound,
Byron Stingily,
LL Cool J,
Sister Nancy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Smog,
Kayak,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roger Hodgson,
Banda Bassotti,
Boz Scaggs,
Khruangbin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sam Rivers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Section 25,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jandek,
Eli Mardock,
Angry Samoans,
Agent Orange,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eric B and Rakim,
These Immortal Souls,
Soulsonic Force,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.