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 San Marino and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Nirvana to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a snare 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 sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Spoonie Gee,
The J.B.'s,
Bootsy Collins,
The Human League,
The Index,
Roger Hodgson,
Chrome,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ituana,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Schoolly D,
Max Romeo,
Crime,
Con Funk Shun,
The Grass Roots,
Iggy Pop,
Sister Nancy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gladiators,
Jeff Lynne,
Arab on Radar,
Crooked Eye,
Heaven 17,
Circle Jerks,
Isaac Hayes,
The Gap Band,
Ponytail,
Robert Wyatt,
Joyce Sims,
Barbara Tucker,
Pierre Henry,
Country Teasers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Harry Pussy,
OOIOO,
Soft Machine,
Eden Ahbez,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Harmonia,
Archie Shepp,
Swans,
Amon Düül II,
The Pretty Things,
Lalo Schifrin,
B.T. Express,
Thompson Twins,
Susan Cadogan,
The Move,
Cluster,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
EPMD,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Seeds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sonic Youth,
Babytalk,
The Evens,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Trojans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.