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 Slovenia and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro 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 oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Anthony Braxton,
Subhumans,
Silicon Teens,
Anakelly,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hasil Adkins,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grey Daturas,
Eddi Front,
The Red Krayola,
Black Moon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Parry Music,
Nick Fraelich,
Pole,
Japan,
New York Dolls,
The Durutti Column,
Make Up,
Trumans Water,
Eurythmics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scrapy,
The Velvet Underground,
Groovy Waters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Glenn Branca,
Tubeway Army,
Outsiders,
Yusef Lateef,
Quantec,
Nation of Ulysses,
Porter Ricks,
The Move,
The Cure,
Ken Boothe,
Eric Copeland,
The Wake,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stetsasonic,
The Associates,
Public Image Ltd.,
Johnny Clarke,
Connie Case,
Magma,
Swell Maps,
The Gladiators,
The Sonics,
The Litter,
The Moleskins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aural Exciters,
David Bowie,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nirvana,
Scott Walker,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sandy B,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.