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 Haiti and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Halifax.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Misunderstood to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Gang of Four,
The Barracudas,
Davy DMX,
Funky Four + One,
The Cowsills,
The Detroit Cobras,
Andrew Hill,
Skriet,
Nick Fraelich,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Chrome,
Boredoms,
Scrapy,
Joensuu 1685,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
X-101,
Thee Headcoats,
Barbara Tucker,
The United States of America,
Amazonics,
Y Pants,
Cymande,
The Standells,
CMW,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Human League,
Amon Düül,
Jawbox,
Japan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Maurizio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jacques Brel,
Tres Demented,
Los Fastidios,
The Five Americans,
T.S.O.L.,
The Toasters,
Scion,
Minny Pops,
Von Mondo,
Eddi Front,
Altered Images,
Metal Thangz,
The J.B.'s,
Nas,
Brick,
Al Stewart,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alison Limerick,
Deepchord,
Archie Shepp,
Technova,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Heaven 17,
LL Cool J,
Johnny Clarke,
World's Most,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.