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 Guinea and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 David Axelrod to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Cale,
Ohio Players,
Howard Jones,
The Seeds,
The Buckinghams,
Prince Buster,
Scan 7,
Guru Guru,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Boz Scaggs,
Nico,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pantaleimon,
Susan Cadogan,
The Golliwogs,
Pulsallama,
Gerry Rafferty,
Monolake,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sonic Youth,
The Victims,
Avey Tare,
Warren Ellis,
a-ha,
The American Breed,
The Monks,
Fluxion,
T. Rex,
Depeche Mode,
Slave,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Neu!,
Crispy Ambulance,
Los Fastidios,
The Flesh Eaters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stiv Bators,
The Happenings,
the Fania All-Stars,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lyres,
The Dirtbombs,
Archie Shepp,
This Heat,
Chris & Cosey,
The Shadows of Knight,
Loose Ends,
June of 44,
Organ,
FM Einheit,
Judy Mowatt,
David Axelrod,
Joy Division,
Flash Fearless,
The Vogues,
Masters at Work,
Jeff Mills,
Y Pants,
Roxy Music,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bob Dylan,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.