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 Belarus and from Stockholm.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar 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 linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Avey Tare,
The Selecter,
OOIOO,
Zero Boys,
Bang On A Can,
Ten City,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Divine Comedy,
John Lydon,
Fear,
Pole,
The United States of America,
Organ,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Main Source,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pagans,
Rites of Spring,
Loose Ends,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
MC5,
Matthew Bourne,
Barrington Levy,
Metal Thangz,
Ohio Players,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Juan Atkins,
Fluxion,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sugar Minott,
Kurtis Blow,
The Busters,
The J.B.'s,
Von Mondo,
Tim Buckley,
Panda Bear,
Suicide,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jacob Miller,
Gabor Szabo,
Q and Not U,
Sandy B,
Radiohead,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cymande,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Golliwogs,
The Slits,
Prince Buster,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crime,
Fugazi,
Bronski Beat,
Swans,
DJ Style,
Swell Maps,
The Zeros,
The Star Department,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.