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 Venezuela and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the dance 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
X-Ray Spex,
Brick,
Desert Stars,
The Mummies,
Schoolly D,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Leaves,
Don Cherry,
Anthony Braxton,
Bush Tetras,
Underground Resistance,
JFA,
Slick Rick,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Womack,
Alice Coltrane,
The Grass Roots,
kango's stein massive,
Anakelly,
U.S. Maple,
Dennis Brown,
The Names,
Massinfluence,
The Pop Group,
Au Pairs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alton Ellis,
Bootsy Collins,
The Raincoats,
Dave Gahan,
Altered Images,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Half Japanese,
The Fugs,
The Beau Brummels,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Vladislav Delay,
Ornette Coleman,
Lucky Dragons,
Harpers Bizarre,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Dead C,
The Blackbyrds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Moby Grape,
Robert Wyatt,
Accadde A,
Soft Cell,
Ponytail,
The Seeds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rosa Yemen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Erasure,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gories,
Gichy Dan,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.