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 Eritrea and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Zeros to the jazz 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Zero Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rufus Thomas,
The Slits,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Michelle Simonal,
Sarah Menescal,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Sheep,
Easy Going,
Television Personalities,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
T.S.O.L.,
Aaron Thompson,
the Soft Cell,
Soft Machine,
Lightning Bolt,
The Techniques,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Flesh Eaters,
Barrington Levy,
Pierre Henry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cowsills,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Index,
Livin' Joy,
Slave,
Yusef Lateef,
Masters at Work,
Reagan Youth,
Peter & Gordon,
Suicide,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wasted Youth,
The Black Dice,
FM Einheit,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Monochrome Set,
Deadbeat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cybotron,
Donald Byrd,
Jacques Brel,
Neil Young,
Dark Day,
John Lydon,
Jawbox,
Lou Christie,
Junior Murvin,
ABBA,
Magma,
Janne Schatter,
Scion,
John Coltrane,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.