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 Antigua and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Arcadia to the crunk 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Maleditus Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Sonics,
Anakelly,
Deepchord,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barbara Tucker,
Minor Threat,
Harmonia,
Moebius,
The Monks,
Y Pants,
Lakeside,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rekid,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Josef K,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Graham Central Station,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sound Behaviour,
Lindisfarne,
The Beau Brummels,
Das Ding,
Hasil Adkins,
John Foxx,
Animal Collective,
Mantronix,
Country Teasers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Masters at Work,
Cameo,
Index,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aloha Tigers,
Judy Mowatt,
Blossom Toes,
Black Flag,
Cal Tjader,
Soul II Soul,
CMW,
ABBA,
Metal Thangz,
Mission of Burma,
Jeff Mills,
Joensuu 1685,
Jesper Dahlback,
Darondo,
Wolf Eyes,
Funkadelic,
Moby Grape,
The Count Five,
Drive Like Jehu,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Funky Four + One,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Delta 5,
Amon Düül II,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.