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 Barbados and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ultra Naté to the grime 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fatback Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Radio Birdman,
Moby Grape,
Suburban Knight,
Graham Central Station,
New Age Steppers,
Rapeman,
The Gun Club,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Oneida,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Human League,
Arthur Verocai,
Brick,
Eurythmics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Busters,
B.T. Express,
Wire,
The Pop Group,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Standells,
Nils Olav,
Carl Craig,
Ornette Coleman,
Vladislav Delay,
Babytalk,
Moebius,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Association,
Yusef Lateef,
Henry Cow,
Patti Smith,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Happenings,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kaleidoscope,
Glenn Branca,
Black Moon,
Country Teasers,
Clear Light,
Y Pants,
Young Marble Giants,
Maurizio,
Amon Düül,
Technova,
The Martian,
Average White Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Scientists,
The Zeros,
Sarah Menescal,
Chris Corsano,
Eden Ahbez,
Matthew Bourne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.