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 Swaziland and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jesper Dahlback to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron 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 linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Pantytec,
Archie Shepp,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
DJ Sneak,
Bronski Beat,
Main Source,
Danielle Patucci,
John Holt,
JFA,
Bang On A Can,
the Soft Cell,
Joe Finger,
Idris Muhammad,
Stetsasonic,
Albert Ayler,
Prince Buster,
The Grass Roots,
Lightning Bolt,
Anakelly,
Lalo Schifrin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ornette Coleman,
Freddie Wadling,
Clear Light,
Steve Hackett,
Eli Mardock,
The Pretty Things,
Black Pus,
Robert Görl,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Thompson Twins,
Outsiders,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Erykah Badu,
The Gladiators,
Technova,
Nils Olav,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Camberwell Now,
Niagra,
The Monochrome Set,
Gong,
Groovy Waters,
Scan 7,
New Order,
Ronnie Foster,
Howard Jones,
The Vogues,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sun City Girls,
Crash Course in Science,
Blake Baxter,
Panda Bear,
Gregory Isaacs,
Brick,
Los Fastidios,
Wings,
Cecil Taylor,
Neil Young,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.