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 Bahamas and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the rap 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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,
the Human League,
T. Rex,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Half Japanese,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Steve Hackett,
John Coltrane,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crime,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Vladislav Delay,
Bang On A Can,
Angry Samoans,
PIL,
The Toasters,
The Dirtbombs,
Harry Pussy,
Roxette,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Reed,
The Searchers,
Vainqueur,
Amon Düül II,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Donald Byrd,
China Crisis,
The Slits,
Los Fastidios,
Audionom,
David Axelrod,
Metal Thangz,
Mo-Dettes,
Index,
Moebius,
Das Ding,
Cameo,
Agitation Free,
Deakin,
Avey Tare,
Laurel Aitken,
The Detroit Cobras,
Suburban Knight,
Gabor Szabo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Reuben Wilson,
Letta Mbulu,
Blancmange,
E-Dancer,
Curtis Mayfield,
OOIOO,
Throbbing Gristle,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Carl Craig,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Oneida,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Derrick May,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.