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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 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 synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cameo,
Robert Wyatt,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lindisfarne,
Scion,
Cluster,
Livin' Joy,
Magazine,
Davy DMX,
Adolescents,
The Monochrome Set,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bang On A Can,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Leonard Cohen,
The Angels of Light,
Wally Richardson,
Japan,
Panda Bear,
Mantronix,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Associates,
Fela Kuti,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Goldenarms,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fire Engines,
Fad Gadget,
X-101,
Janne Schatter,
Matthew Bourne,
Sällskapet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fluxion,
Heaven 17,
The Misunderstood,
Deadbeat,
Althea and Donna,
Gong,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Count Five,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
MDC,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wasted Youth,
the Bar-Kays,
Sixth Finger,
Rapeman,
Sister Nancy,
Ken Boothe,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rites of Spring,
The Black Dice,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Tremeloes,
Dual Sessions,
Johnny Clarke,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.