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 United Kingdom and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe 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 The Golliwogs to the grunge 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin 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 guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Kerri Chandler,
New Age Steppers,
Derrick Morgan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
MC5,
Aaron Thompson,
The Dead C,
H. Thieme,
The Angels of Light,
Slick Rick,
Babytalk,
Popol Vuh,
Matthew Halsall,
Moss Icon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Moon,
The Count Five,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Pus,
Harmonia,
Letta Mbulu,
X-101,
June of 44,
Archie Shepp,
Barrington Levy,
Jawbox,
Robert Hood,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rakim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Electric Prunes,
Boredoms,
The Doors,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barbara Tucker,
R.M.O.,
Peter and Kerry,
Barry Ungar,
Andrew Hill,
Organ,
Godley & Creme,
Public Enemy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soft Machine,
Accadde A,
Silicon Teens,
Roger Hodgson,
Byron Stingily,
Lebanon Hanover,
Altered Images,
The Last Poets,
Liliput,
Masters at Work,
Eric B and Rakim,
Carl Craig,
Porter Ricks,
Qualms,
Faraquet,
Alton Ellis,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Dirtbombs,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.