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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gregory Isaacs to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba 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 synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Rakim,
AZ,
Lou Reed,
Blake Baxter,
The Buckinghams,
Desert Stars,
The Young Rascals,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cal Tjader,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dennis Brown,
Sun City Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sun Ra,
June of 44,
Jandek,
The United States of America,
The Modern Lovers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Skriet,
Max Romeo,
Royal Trux,
Maleditus Sound,
The Kinks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang Green,
Ossler,
cv313,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Faust,
The Selecter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Howard Jones,
Peter and Kerry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Harry Pussy,
Rufus Thomas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Searchers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barrington Levy,
Reagan Youth,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sandy B,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Judy Mowatt,
Sight & Sound,
The Durutti Column,
Brothers Johnson,
Warsaw,
Los Fastidios,
Hashim,
Henry Cow,
Soul II Soul,
Mark Hollis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Circle Jerks,
T. Rex,
kango's stein massive,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.