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 Hungary and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 David Axelrod to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba 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 theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Cymande,
Fela Kuti,
Lyres,
Sugar Minott,
Yusef Lateef,
Maleditus Sound,
Barry Ungar,
The Seeds,
Vladislav Delay,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Technova,
Eric Copeland,
X-102,
cv313,
Jawbox,
Joe Smooth,
Black Flag,
Monolake,
Henry Cow,
The Moody Blues,
Josef K,
The Black Dice,
Sarah Menescal,
Trumans Water,
Howard Jones,
Slave,
Nation of Ulysses,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Pop Group,
Lindisfarne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aaron Thompson,
Mantronix,
Nico,
Nik Kershaw,
DJ Style,
Bluetip,
Goldenarms,
Ituana,
Cameo,
Cecil Taylor,
Sixth Finger,
Funky Four + One,
The Slackers,
Organ,
The Happenings,
Joey Negro,
Aural Exciters,
Icehouse,
The Move,
Warsaw,
Heaven 17,
Negative Approach,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Idris Muhammad,
Byron Stingily,
Metal Thangz,
Schoolly D,
Half Japanese,
Intrusion,
The Moleskins,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.