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 Cyprus and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Trumans Water to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet 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 clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soul II Soul,
Suicide,
Scratch Acid,
Jimmy McGriff,
Warsaw,
Darondo,
The Black Dice,
The Fall,
Joe Finger,
Aural Exciters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Q and Not U,
Scott Walker,
Sister Nancy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Raincoats,
Bluetip,
Slave,
Absolute Body Control,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Traffic Nightmare,
Faust,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Normal,
Guru Guru,
The Cowsills,
The Vogues,
Model 500,
New Order,
The Techniques,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Make Up,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mark Hollis,
Hardrive,
Tommy Roe,
Hashim,
The Electric Prunes,
Cheater Slicks,
Nick Fraelich,
Dead Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Index,
KRS-One,
10cc,
Arthur Verocai,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pole,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barbara Tucker,
Jeff Lynne,
Moby Grape,
Matthew Bourne,
Swans,
The Kinks,
Harmonia,
Aswad,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cluster,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.