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 Bhutan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe 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 Wasted Youth to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb 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 spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
MDC,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Severed Heads,
Isaac Hayes,
Bad Manners,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Last Poets,
Tubeway Army,
Circle Jerks,
the Association,
The Martian,
Banda Bassotti,
Josef K,
Lakeside,
Subhumans,
Carl Craig,
AZ,
The Index,
The Selecter,
Alphaville,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lyres,
EPMD,
Wings,
the Sonics,
Kerri Chandler,
Arcadia,
Danielle Patucci,
Yellowson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Khruangbin,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Spoonie Gee,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Neon Judgement,
The Slits,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stereo Dub,
X-Ray Spex,
Pulsallama,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ornette Coleman,
Donald Byrd,
Camberwell Now,
Johnny Osbourne,
JFA,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Blake Baxter,
The Associates,
Liliput,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Five Americans,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.