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 Turkmenistan and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin 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 a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
X-102,
Zapp,
Ralphi Rosario,
Derrick Morgan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jesper Dahlbäck,
X-101,
Dual Sessions,
Aural Exciters,
T. Rex,
Trumans Water,
The Black Dice,
Freddie Wadling,
Minutemen,
Scientists,
The Fire Engines,
Skaos,
Gabor Szabo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cheater Slicks,
Interpol,
The Moody Blues,
Funkadelic,
Deepchord,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Count Five,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pantytec,
Delta 5,
Simply Red,
UT,
Shuggie Otis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Japan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Danielle Patucci,
Agent Orange,
Newcleus,
The Moleskins,
Erasure,
Sällskapet,
Angry Samoans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Andrew Hill,
The Doobie Brothers,
One Last Wish,
Theoretical Girls,
Archie Shepp,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Drexciya,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Toni Rubio,
Slick Rick,
Popol Vuh,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Standells,
The Dead C,
Lungfish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.