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 Armenia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Drive Like Jehu to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a güiro 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 synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Flag,
Danielle Patucci,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang Starr,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Swell Maps,
Kayak,
New Order,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Letta Mbulu,
Lalo Schifrin,
U.S. Maple,
DJ Style,
Trumans Water,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Count Five,
Magma,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dorothy Ashby,
Main Source,
The Pretty Things,
Iggy Pop,
The Fire Engines,
Susan Cadogan,
Arthur Verocai,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Josef K,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fortunes,
The Tremeloes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Radiopuhelimet,
Quadrant,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joe Finger,
Eden Ahbez,
Echospace,
The Beau Brummels,
The Shadows of Knight,
Harry Pussy,
Clear Light,
Symarip,
Saccharine Trust,
Glenn Branca,
Marine Girls,
Tom Boy,
The Black Dice,
Warren Ellis,
Livin' Joy,
The Golliwogs,
Albert Ayler,
The Saints,
Royal Trux,
The Searchers,
Altered Images,
Television Personalities,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.