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 Albania and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and an oboe 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Scott Walker,
Jimmy McGriff,
Slave,
Essential Logic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bad Manners,
John Coltrane,
Rakim,
Hasil Adkins,
Ponytail,
Livin' Joy,
Arab on Radar,
The Young Rascals,
Roxette,
Arthur Verocai,
48th St. Collective,
Joe Finger,
the Normal,
Deadbeat,
Sparks,
Soft Machine,
Carl Craig,
Tropical Tobacco,
Graham Central Station,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roy Ayers,
Saccharine Trust,
Rapeman,
Das Ding,
Glenn Branca,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Skatalites,
L. Decosne,
Suicide,
These Immortal Souls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fela Kuti,
Wings,
Jeff Lynne,
Malaria!,
The Saints,
Black Sheep,
Neu!,
Sex Pistols,
Duran Duran,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Q65,
The Velvet Underground,
Banda Bassotti,
The Remains,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sonic Youth,
Lalann,
Supertramp,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jerry's Kids,
Stiv Bators,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
ABBA,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.