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 El Salvador and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro 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 Hashim to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Barry Ungar,
Mad Mike,
Dual Sessions,
Sound Behaviour,
The Residents,
Monks,
Sällskapet,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Human League,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cure,
Matthew Halsall,
Reagan Youth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scrapy,
Alphaville,
The Saints,
Heaven 17,
Q and Not U,
Ice-T,
Absolute Body Control,
The Electric Prunes,
Roxy Music,
Sonny Sharrock,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Womack,
Average White Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
David Axelrod,
The Knickerbockers,
Rapeman,
Sister Nancy,
The Dead C,
Todd Terry,
Maurizio,
The Mojo Men,
EPMD,
Bobby Sherman,
Public Enemy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Derrick Morgan,
Urselle,
Hoover,
Soul Sonic Force,
Iggy Pop,
The Seeds,
Johnny Osbourne,
X-102,
Panda Bear,
Althea and Donna,
Man Eating Sloth,
Audionom,
Wings,
Sonic Youth,
Radio Birdman,
Fugazi,
Livin' Joy,
Terry Callier,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.