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 Saudi Arabia and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Intrusion to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes 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 harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Visage,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Black Dice,
Sonny Sharrock,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cheater Slicks,
The United States of America,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Reed,
Ken Boothe,
Minny Pops,
Model 500,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Swans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Spoonie Gee,
Absolute Body Control,
Mission of Burma,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sugar Minott,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Sherman,
The Dave Clark Five,
K-Klass,
CMW,
Matthew Halsall,
Robert Görl,
The Last Poets,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wire,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Busters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Swell Maps,
Echospace,
Oblivians,
Junior Murvin,
the Soft Cell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Monks,
Animal Collective,
Hashim,
Pierre Henry,
Stiv Bators,
Mr. Review,
Minor Threat,
Marmalade,
AZ,
Max Romeo,
ABBA,
the Germs,
Deepchord,
Roger Hodgson,
Ponytail,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sex Pistols,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Neil Young,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.