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 Maldives and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Boogie Down Productions to the grime 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Drexciya,
John Lydon,
Joyce Sims,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lakeside,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
X-Ray Spex,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Invisible,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Stooges,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eden Ahbez,
Procol Harum,
Absolute Body Control,
Dorothy Ashby,
Skriet,
Zero Boys,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Warren Ellis,
Kurtis Blow,
Fluxion,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Model 500,
Soulsonic Force,
Vainqueur,
Yazoo,
Dave Gahan,
Deadbeat,
The Angels of Light,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ralphi Rosario,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Human League,
Youth Brigade,
Minnie Riperton,
Desert Stars,
Malaria!,
Amon Düül,
Altered Images,
Sex Pistols,
Hashim,
The Blues Magoos,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lower 48,
Carl Craig,
Television Personalities,
Derrick May,
Hardrive,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dennis Brown,
a-ha,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gil Scott Heron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Juan Atkins,
Loose Ends,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.