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 United States and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Con Funk Shun to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum 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 rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nico,
Soft Cell,
Vladislav Delay,
Jacques Brel,
Sound Behaviour,
Blake Baxter,
Blossom Toes,
Cheater Slicks,
Grauzone,
Nation of Ulysses,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Invisible,
Suicide,
F. McDonald,
Rekid,
Donny Hathaway,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cecil Taylor,
The Dirtbombs,
Ronnie Foster,
Little Man,
a-ha,
Lyres,
Babytalk,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Piero Umiliani,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Outsiders,
Joe Finger,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rapeman,
Pantaleimon,
Lakeside,
Organ,
Flash Fearless,
Sällskapet,
Funky Four + One,
The Smiths,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
David Axelrod,
La Düsseldorf,
Marvin Gaye,
Tommy Roe,
The Offenders,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Bar-Kays,
The Blues Magoos,
Pharoah Sanders,
Boz Scaggs,
Clear Light,
Eric Dolphy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Audionom,
LL Cool J,
Monks,
Mars,
Underground Resistance,
Lungfish,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.