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 Mali and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Monolake to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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,
Monks,
Camouflage,
Bobby Womack,
Fad Gadget,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lightning Bolt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lyres,
Audionom,
Byron Stingily,
Schoolly D,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cramps,
Qualms,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soul Sonic Force,
Quando Quango,
Adolescents,
Eric Dolphy,
Soft Cell,
Guru Guru,
Barry Ungar,
Barclay James Harvest,
Derrick Morgan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Drexciya,
The Pretty Things,
MC5,
H. Thieme,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Magma,
Glenn Branca,
Mad Mike,
The Happenings,
Gil Scott Heron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rites of Spring,
The Barracudas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Duran Duran,
The Doors,
Harmonia,
Bill Near,
Fugazi,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Durutti Column,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aaron Thompson,
Cameo,
Sparks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jimmy McGriff,
Erasure,
Ronnie Foster,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.