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 Taiwan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Selecter to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe 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 sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Mr. Review,
Procol Harum,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roxette,
Trumans Water,
The Angels of Light,
The Skatalites,
Tomorrow,
Blancmange,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Sheep,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ultravox,
Pantaleimon,
The Seeds,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ronnie Foster,
Lalann,
The Fire Engines,
Quando Quango,
David McCallum,
The Alarm Clocks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yellowson,
Popol Vuh,
JFA,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ludus,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brothers Johnson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Y Pants,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eric B and Rakim,
Electric Prunes,
Drexciya,
Jesper Dahlback,
Judy Mowatt,
The Wake,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Lydon,
Terry Callier,
Amon Düül,
Nas,
Howard Jones,
the Germs,
One Last Wish,
Ralphi Rosario,
Vainqueur,
Parry Music,
Roy Ayers,
China Crisis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roxy Music,
The Monks,
Suicide,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.