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 Zambia and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the 808 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 Flash Fearless to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator 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 güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Isaac Hayes,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Young Rascals,
The Grass Roots,
Gabor Szabo,
Quantec,
Warsaw,
The New Christs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roger Hodgson,
Infiniti,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Buckinghams,
Young Marble Giants,
DJ Style,
Crooked Eye,
LL Cool J,
Cheater Slicks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Altered Images,
Arab on Radar,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Matthew Bourne,
Half Japanese,
Barry Ungar,
Flash Fearless,
Public Image Ltd.,
Delon & Dalcan,
Au Pairs,
The Durutti Column,
The Moody Blues,
CMW,
Fad Gadget,
Ultimate Spinach,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joe Smooth,
The Electric Prunes,
DNA,
Harmonia,
Lindisfarne,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lucky Dragons,
Donny Hathaway,
Vainqueur,
Hardrive,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jacques Brel,
The Birthday Party,
Make Up,
Nation of Ulysses,
Arthur Verocai,
Fatback Band,
Soul II Soul,
Godley & Creme,
Scrapy,
Procol Harum,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.