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 Swaziland and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Magma to the jazz 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet 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 clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Royal Trux,
The Fortunes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sun Ra,
Subhumans,
DJ Sneak,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
T. Rex,
Adolescents,
Altered Images,
Charles Mingus,
The Doors,
The Names,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
David Axelrod,
Fat Boys,
Junior Murvin,
Minnie Riperton,
Flash Fearless,
Sonic Youth,
Amon Düül,
Peter and Kerry,
Thee Headcoats,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Kinks,
Janne Schatter,
China Crisis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Popol Vuh,
Von Mondo,
Desert Stars,
UT,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Robert Wyatt,
Faraquet,
The Young Rascals,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joyce Sims,
Mr. Review,
Howard Jones,
Byron Stingily,
Fluxion,
Cecil Taylor,
Dennis Brown,
Severed Heads,
Ludus,
Anthony Braxton,
Alphaville,
Ken Boothe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sarah Menescal,
Matthew Halsall,
Ice-T,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Toni Rubio,
Alton Ellis,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.