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 Uganda and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Birthday Party to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Godley & Creme,
Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eli Mardock,
Joy Division,
Curtis Mayfield,
Technova,
Guru Guru,
Smog,
These Immortal Souls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nico,
Lower 48,
Derrick May,
The Index,
Letta Mbulu,
Grauzone,
Clear Light,
Andrew Hill,
Cluster,
Anakelly,
The Doobie Brothers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grey Daturas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Y Pants,
Fluxion,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sun City Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
Livin' Joy,
Interpol,
The Litter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Accadde A,
The Buckinghams,
Jeff Lynne,
Model 500,
Idris Muhammad,
Fear,
Minor Threat,
Janne Schatter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Beau Brummels,
Archie Shepp,
Sex Pistols,
Ice-T,
Main Source,
Negative Approach,
Crash Course in Science,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Motions,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eric Copeland,
FM Einheit,
Brand Nubian,
The Fuzztones,
Unwound,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.