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 Belize and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Essential Logic 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator 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 theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
The Red Krayola,
These Immortal Souls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Offenders,
the Normal,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Angels of Light,
David Bowie,
Rekid,
Patti Smith,
The Cowsills,
Wasted Youth,
Yaz,
Essential Logic,
A Certain Ratio,
Donald Byrd,
Hardrive,
Main Source,
The Standells,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deepchord,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Flag,
The Modern Lovers,
Wire,
Tom Boy,
Soulsonic Force,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Silicon Teens,
The Fugs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alphaville,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kas Product,
Ten City,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ituana,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Dave Clark Five,
Glambeats Corp.,
FM Einheit,
Max Romeo,
Bill Wells,
T.S.O.L.,
Girls At Our Best!,
Monks,
Johnny Clarke,
Chris & Cosey,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bootsy Collins,
The Tremeloes,
Malaria!,
The Durutti Column,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marvin Gaye,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.