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 Marshall Islands and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Negative Approach to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 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 a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cowsills,
The Buckinghams,
Eli Mardock,
Ronan,
The Smoke,
Severed Heads,
The Leaves,
Altered Images,
Hardrive,
Warren Ellis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Mummies,
Jesper Dahlback,
Camouflage,
The Associates,
Black Moon,
Fela Kuti,
Saccharine Trust,
Flash Fearless,
the Swans,
OOIOO,
Tommy Roe,
New Order,
Easy Going,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Electric Prunes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mark Hollis,
Reagan Youth,
The Cure,
Cymande,
Pylon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sun Ra,
Aswad,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eden Ahbez,
Can,
Darondo,
Eric Dolphy,
Quadrant,
Suburban Knight,
Royal Trux,
Nico,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Reed,
Al Stewart,
Scott Walker,
Pierre Henry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Theoretical Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Surgeon,
The Slackers,
Massinfluence,
Parry Music,
Procol Harum,
Rufus Thomas,
Avey Tare,
Tubeway Army,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.