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 Colombia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ 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 DJ Style 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin 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 sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fall,
Masters at Work,
The Standells,
E-Dancer,
The Dead C,
Simply Red,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fuzztones,
Joyce Sims,
The Sonics,
Section 25,
Robert Hood,
Marmalade,
Eve St. Jones,
Deakin,
Letta Mbulu,
The Blackbyrds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Blancmange,
Quantec,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Animal Collective,
The Vogues,
Big Daddy Kane,
Michelle Simonal,
Desert Stars,
Althea and Donna,
Underground Resistance,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Matthew Halsall,
Tom Boy,
Pulsallama,
Bang On A Can,
Scientists,
Alison Limerick,
Roy Ayers,
Negative Approach,
The Skatalites,
Maurizio,
Gastr Del Sol,
Main Source,
EPMD,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cymande,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Suicide,
Sister Nancy,
Alice Coltrane,
The Black Dice,
Pierre Henry,
Surgeon,
Rapeman,
The Birthday Party,
The Shadows of Knight,
Davy DMX,
The Saints,
Crooked Eye,
John Lydon,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.