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 Indonesia and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 cv313 to the dance 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marvin Gaye,
LL Cool J,
The Kinks,
Section 25,
Slave,
Underground Resistance,
Clear Light,
Tropical Tobacco,
Minnie Riperton,
Sugar Minott,
Masters at Work,
Crooked Eye,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Index,
The Names,
The Saints,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brand Nubian,
Oblivians,
Agent Orange,
Don Cherry,
Hashim,
June Days,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Swell Maps,
Interpol,
Skriet,
The Selecter,
Jerry's Kids,
John Lydon,
Niagra,
The Blackbyrds,
The Golliwogs,
H. Thieme,
Tom Boy,
Joy Division,
Donald Byrd,
The Stooges,
Dave Gahan,
Tommy Roe,
Marine Girls,
Moby Grape,
Von Mondo,
Ten City,
The Skatalites,
Simply Red,
Aswad,
Josef K,
Loose Ends,
The United States of America,
Agitation Free,
Boredoms,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scratch Acid,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Electric Prunes,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.