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 Senegal and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Saccharine Trust to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Crooked Eye,
Magma,
Banda Bassotti,
Animal Collective,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Alarm Clocks,
One Last Wish,
Ronan,
Interpol,
MDC,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Birthday Party,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Agent Orange,
Joe Smooth,
Judy Mowatt,
Lightning Bolt,
T. Rex,
OOIOO,
The Velvet Underground,
In Retrospect,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Foxx,
AZ,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crime,
Derrick Morgan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ten City,
Rod Modell,
Tommy Roe,
Black Bananas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Slackers,
Soul II Soul,
Barbara Tucker,
Donald Byrd,
Scratch Acid,
The Remains,
Darondo,
Colin Newman,
Massinfluence,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
U.S. Maple,
Yaz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Todd Rundgren,
Basic Channel,
Harpers Bizarre,
Swans,
Lower 48,
Con Funk Shun,
Todd Terry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Moebius,
Fatback Band,
Franke,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Organ,
the Normal,
Spoonie Gee,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.