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 Seychelles and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Duran Duran 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb 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 clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
MC5,
Drexciya,
Sun Ra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lungfish,
Kool Moe Dee,
Leonard Cohen,
Susan Cadogan,
Stockholm Monsters,
K-Klass,
Bill Near,
OOIOO,
Gang Green,
Charles Mingus,
Derrick Morgan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Terry Callier,
Royal Trux,
Adolescents,
Bauhaus,
Sonic Youth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Grass Roots,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Dirtbombs,
Eurythmics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Toasters,
Marc Almond,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lalann,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barclay James Harvest,
Spoonie Gee,
H. Thieme,
the Sonics,
Agitation Free,
Sugar Minott,
Aswad,
Mo-Dettes,
Aloha Tigers,
Sex Pistols,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sandy B,
Au Pairs,
Ken Boothe,
Wasted Youth,
Groovy Waters,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cure,
Swell Maps,
Porter Ricks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Davy DMX,
the Human League,
Black Flag,
Quantec,
Icehouse,
Matthew Halsall,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pierre Henry,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.