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 Cyprus and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Anakelly to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Alice Coltrane,
Masters at Work,
Terrestrial Tones,
David Bowie,
Isaac Hayes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cluster,
Lungfish,
Inner City,
Suicide,
Hoover,
These Immortal Souls,
the Swans,
Technova,
Sun City Girls,
The Misunderstood,
Amon Düül II,
Slick Rick,
Pere Ubu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eden Ahbez,
X-101,
Pagans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Accadde A,
The Residents,
Black Moon,
Eurythmics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Country Teasers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultravox,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Coltrane,
The Martian,
Donny Hathaway,
Sound Behaviour,
Letta Mbulu,
Soft Machine,
Oneida,
Patti Smith,
The Golliwogs,
Rotary Connection,
Charles Mingus,
Swell Maps,
Nirvana,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tomorrow,
Little Man,
The Fortunes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rites of Spring,
The Vogues,
Quadrant,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Chris Corsano,
Spandau Ballet,
T. Rex,
The Young Rascals,
Ronan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.