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 Kazakhstan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 Boredoms to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar 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 linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
The Skatalites,
Susan Cadogan,
Fear,
The Cowsills,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Juan Atkins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Saccharine Trust,
Arab on Radar,
Agent Orange,
ABC,
Moby Grape,
Boredoms,
the Normal,
The Gun Club,
Yellowson,
Chris Corsano,
Guru Guru,
Q and Not U,
The Move,
Magazine,
Sällskapet,
Public Enemy,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Reed,
the Slits,
Terry Callier,
the Soft Cell,
The Fuzztones,
Kaleidoscope,
Yaz,
Japan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Y Pants,
Patti Smith,
Wally Richardson,
Isaac Hayes,
Nas,
Au Pairs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Easy Going,
Yusef Lateef,
Robert Wyatt,
Althea and Donna,
Aural Exciters,
Scratch Acid,
Pantaleimon,
Rod Modell,
Rites of Spring,
Donald Byrd,
Dorothy Ashby,
D'Angelo,
The Fall,
Television Personalities,
Cybotron,
Gang Green,
Reuben Wilson,
John Holt,
Chrome,
Letta Mbulu,
EPMD,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.