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 Russia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 a-ha to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a rhodes 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
10cc,
Anthony Braxton,
Iggy Pop,
Suicide,
Roxette,
Ultravox,
Vainqueur,
The Pop Group,
The Count Five,
Tim Buckley,
Unwound,
Section 25,
The Motions,
Al Stewart,
Stiv Bators,
Judy Mowatt,
Subhumans,
Stetsasonic,
cv313,
Ten City,
Brick,
Archie Shepp,
Sun Ra,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Victims,
Lindisfarne,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Doors,
Von Mondo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Colin Newman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Schoolly D,
The Smoke,
MC5,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Golliwogs,
Bush Tetras,
Wolf Eyes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Toni Rubio,
The Names,
Basic Channel,
The Modern Lovers,
The United States of America,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Blues Magoos,
L. Decosne,
The Gap Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Blackbyrds,
The Walker Brothers,
Moss Icon,
Bill Near,
The Red Krayola,
The Busters,
The Skatalites,
Kayak,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.