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 Samoa and from Jakarta.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes 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 X-102 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Neil Young,
Livin' Joy,
Morten Harket,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grey Daturas,
Monks,
Popol Vuh,
Marc Almond,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brand Nubian,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Leaves,
Audionom,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
This Heat,
Brass Construction,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Amon Düül II,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Tremeloes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ken Boothe,
Mo-Dettes,
The Smiths,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Boogie Down Productions,
U.S. Maple,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Danielle Patucci,
The Count Five,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Skatalites,
The Young Rascals,
Bang On A Can,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jacques Brel,
Ohio Players,
Minutemen,
the Bar-Kays,
Rites of Spring,
La Düsseldorf,
The Doors,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ronan,
These Immortal Souls,
Maleditus Sound,
Sparks,
The Last Poets,
Albert Ayler,
The Walker Brothers,
Sällskapet,
Wally Richardson,
Visage,
Chris Corsano,
Glambeats Corp.,
Warsaw,
Dorothy Ashby,
X-Ray Spex,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.