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 Nepal and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lalo Schifrin to the rap 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ossler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
The Tremeloes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ponytail,
a-ha,
Gang Starr,
Nirvana,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fortunes,
The Toasters,
Metal Thangz,
Donny Hathaway,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fad Gadget,
the Normal,
the Sonics,
Jeff Mills,
Eden Ahbez,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fugs,
Sällskapet,
Cybotron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Erykah Badu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Blossom Toes,
Quantec,
Clear Light,
The Modern Lovers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Magazine,
Neu!,
Traffic Nightmare,
Urselle,
Robert Hood,
Guru Guru,
Agent Orange,
Duran Duran,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eddi Front,
Pierre Henry,
Qualms,
Jerry's Kids,
Oneida,
The Evens,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stiv Bators,
The Raincoats,
The Walker Brothers,
Oblivians,
Andrew Hill,
The Human League,
Blancmange,
John Lydon,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.