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 Kuwait and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe 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 Nick Fraelich to the jazz 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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,
Charles Mingus,
Thee Headcoats,
Jeff Lynne,
The Selecter,
Black Pus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soft Machine,
Rufus Thomas,
Fluxion,
AZ,
Peter & Gordon,
Yaz,
Agent Orange,
Metal Thangz,
Radiohead,
Pharoah Sanders,
Amon Düül,
Ten City,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Five Americans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Intrusion,
Radio Birdman,
Faraquet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Move,
Steve Hackett,
Moebius,
The Vogues,
The Fugs,
The Trojans,
Monolake,
The Seeds,
The Barracudas,
Pussy Galore,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mark Hollis,
Oblivians,
Harmonia,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tears for Fears,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Television Personalities,
The Golliwogs,
Moss Icon,
Minny Pops,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
New Order,
Talk Talk,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Prince Buster,
Scion,
Moby Grape,
The Sound,
Von Mondo,
Audionom,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.