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 Bulgaria and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cure to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Gong,
KRS-One,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minny Pops,
Minor Threat,
MC5,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soul II Soul,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cymande,
Lightning Bolt,
Harry Pussy,
The Monochrome Set,
X-102,
Royal Trux,
Whodini,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Man Parrish,
Roger Hodgson,
Cameo,
One Last Wish,
Quantec,
Scott Walker,
Oneida,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Basic Channel,
Lindisfarne,
Funkadelic,
Reagan Youth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Durutti Column,
The Searchers,
Gang of Four,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tres Demented,
Skaos,
Blossom Toes,
Qualms,
Marmalade,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Peter & Gordon,
Zero Boys,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Count Five,
The Names,
Dual Sessions,
Sam Rivers,
the Swans,
The Slits,
The Stooges,
Shuggie Otis,
Grey Daturas,
The Cure,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
LL Cool J,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.