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 Morocco and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Altered Images to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crispy Ambulance,
Livin' Joy,
Absolute Body Control,
Don Cherry,
Gichy Dan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scan 7,
D'Angelo,
Harry Pussy,
Groovy Waters,
The Slits,
Stetsasonic,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alice Coltrane,
Toni Rubio,
Lakeside,
Ornette Coleman,
Harmonia,
The Stooges,
B.T. Express,
Smog,
The American Breed,
Maleditus Sound,
John Cale,
Patti Smith,
New York Dolls,
Marmalade,
The Walker Brothers,
Arab on Radar,
Frankie Knuckles,
Niagra,
Sarah Menescal,
This Heat,
X-102,
The Blackbyrds,
June of 44,
Underground Resistance,
Freddie Wadling,
The New Christs,
Pylon,
The Fire Engines,
Mark Hollis,
Boz Scaggs,
Nik Kershaw,
Aural Exciters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Young Marble Giants,
Aloha Tigers,
Average White Band,
The Vogues,
The Trojans,
Kaleidoscope,
Zero Boys,
Scratch Acid,
Eric B and Rakim,
EPMD,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.