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 Japan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 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 Infiniti to the jazz 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare 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 oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
China Crisis,
World's Most,
Circle Jerks,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Doors,
Rosa Yemen,
The Slits,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Tremeloes,
Graham Central Station,
Marmalade,
Blancmange,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang Gang Dance,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mad Mike,
Model 500,
Jeff Mills,
The Seeds,
Nirvana,
Section 25,
Black Pus,
Moss Icon,
Skarface,
Harmonia,
Lakeside,
Nik Kershaw,
Toni Rubio,
Josef K,
Fad Gadget,
Dual Sessions,
a-ha,
The Walker Brothers,
The Skatalites,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tropical Tobacco,
Anthony Braxton,
Cal Tjader,
Janne Schatter,
Piero Umiliani,
New Order,
H. Thieme,
The Moody Blues,
The Index,
Pussy Galore,
Kerrie Biddell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tim Buckley,
Peter & Gordon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pharoah Sanders,
James White and The Blacks,
L. Decosne,
Technova,
The J.B.'s,
Sarah Menescal,
Harpers Bizarre,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mission of Burma,
Donald Byrd,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.