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 Brunei and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mojo Men to the grunge 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro 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 rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Sonic Youth,
John Coltrane,
The Velvet Underground,
Symarip,
Swell Maps,
Visage,
Fugazi,
The Birthday Party,
This Heat,
The New Christs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Main Source,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jeff Lynne,
The Durutti Column,
The Gap Band,
Iggy Pop,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sonny Sharrock,
Todd Rundgren,
Kurtis Blow,
The Five Americans,
Funky Four + One,
Vladislav Delay,
Blake Baxter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gong,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Talk Talk,
Ponytail,
Q and Not U,
Fela Kuti,
R.M.O.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Derrick Morgan,
Piero Umiliani,
Cluster,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fire Engines,
Vainqueur,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Johnny Clarke,
Nico,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Tremeloes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Moleskins,
The Gladiators,
Minutemen,
Index,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Doors,
Idris Muhammad,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Young Rascals,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lungfish,
Janne Schatter,
LL Cool J,
Bang On A Can,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.