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 El Salvador and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes 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 Easy Going to the electroclash 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar 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 harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Parry Music,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bush Tetras,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rites of Spring,
John Cale,
Average White Band,
Albert Ayler,
Vladislav Delay,
The J.B.'s,
Suicide,
Henry Cow,
Joe Smooth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Searchers,
The Black Dice,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ronnie Foster,
Faust,
Outsiders,
Wire,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deepchord,
This Heat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Misunderstood,
Robert Görl,
Erykah Badu,
Dave Gahan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Q65,
Sam Rivers,
Pylon,
Joyce Sims,
Sun Ra,
John Lydon,
The Fortunes,
The Barracudas,
Technova,
Girls At Our Best!,
Brick,
Jerry's Kids,
Can,
Sound Behaviour,
Joe Finger,
KRS-One,
Cheater Slicks,
Alice Coltrane,
Malaria!,
The Pretty Things,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
China Crisis,
Warren Ellis,
X-102,
Television,
Colin Newman,
MC5,
Bill Near,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Pus,
Soft Machine,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.