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 Burkina and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 China Crisis to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Radiopuhelimet,
Shoche,
Skriet,
Arcadia,
Sister Nancy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Erasure,
E-Dancer,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The United States of America,
Colin Newman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brand Nubian,
Rhythm & Sound,
Chris Corsano,
The Index,
Nik Kershaw,
Curtis Mayfield,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Quadrant,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Neil Young,
Organ,
FM Einheit,
Q65,
Soft Cell,
Yusef Lateef,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Royal Trux,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mr. Review,
Rekid,
Mission of Burma,
Ohio Players,
Deepchord,
Jawbox,
Aloha Tigers,
Skaos,
DNA,
Trumans Water,
Wings,
Stetsasonic,
Absolute Body Control,
Chris & Cosey,
James White and The Blacks,
Das Ding,
Livin' Joy,
The Stooges,
Zero Boys,
Ultra Naté,
Albert Ayler,
Byron Stingily,
Eric Dolphy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Symarip,
cv313,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.