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 Sri Lanka and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jacob Miller to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes 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 organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Moby Grape,
Tim Buckley,
Shuggie Otis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nation of Ulysses,
Essential Logic,
Niagra,
Harmonia,
Groovy Waters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Excepter,
Technova,
The Fortunes,
Matthew Bourne,
John Coltrane,
Basic Channel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Freddie Wadling,
DJ Style,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Swans,
Flash Fearless,
Yusef Lateef,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pierre Henry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Porter Ricks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alton Ellis,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Beau Brummels,
The J.B.'s,
Liliput,
Boz Scaggs,
Cecil Taylor,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Moebius,
Morten Harket,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Malaria!,
Black Moon,
Audionom,
The Moody Blues,
Deakin,
Carl Craig,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yellowson,
Lucky Dragons,
Neil Young,
Swell Maps,
Tubeway Army,
The Monks,
Minnie Riperton,
The United States of America,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.