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 Congo and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the punk 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Los Fastidios,
Au Pairs,
Alton Ellis,
The Young Rascals,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jacques Brel,
John Lydon,
Anthony Braxton,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Happenings,
The Monks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Offenders,
The Red Krayola,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scan 7,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kaleidoscope,
The Zeros,
Moebius,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Qualms,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tomorrow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Porter Ricks,
10cc,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Janne Schatter,
David McCallum,
Supertramp,
Angry Samoans,
Con Funk Shun,
The Count Five,
Radiopuhelimet,
Albert Ayler,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soulsonic Force,
Reuben Wilson,
The Saints,
Delta 5,
Wally Richardson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Section 25,
Boredoms,
Groovy Waters,
The Cure,
Eve St. Jones,
Gregory Isaacs,
China Crisis,
Minnie Riperton,
Soul II Soul,
Chris Corsano,
Stiv Bators,
James White and The Blacks,
Second Layer,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.