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 Saudi Arabia and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bluetip to the crunk 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a clarinet 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 mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stetsasonic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Boredoms,
Tim Buckley,
The Offenders,
Michelle Simonal,
John Holt,
Roxette,
Minor Threat,
Cal Tjader,
Cameo,
Aural Exciters,
Technova,
Man Eating Sloth,
Henry Cow,
The Associates,
The Durutti Column,
Pierre Henry,
Franke,
La Düsseldorf,
Main Source,
Urselle,
Jacques Brel,
Anakelly,
Liliput,
Deepchord,
Fear,
Bill Near,
Bluetip,
Byron Stingily,
48th St. Collective,
Shuggie Otis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Whodini,
Rites of Spring,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cecil Taylor,
Monks,
The Dirtbombs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Albert Ayler,
CMW,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sex Pistols,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Techniques,
the Fania All-Stars,
ABBA,
Das Ding,
Wire,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hashim,
Judy Mowatt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Los Fastidios,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Von Mondo,
Scratch Acid,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.