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 Luxembourg and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mars to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Peter & Gordon,
FM Einheit,
Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mr. Review,
Idris Muhammad,
The Smoke,
Ohio Players,
Sällskapet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Suburban Knight,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sight & Sound,
The Last Poets,
Roxette,
Au Pairs,
David McCallum,
Agent Orange,
Vainqueur,
Nirvana,
Jacob Miller,
Joe Finger,
New York Dolls,
Pylon,
The Count Five,
Kevin Saunderson,
Skaos,
Moby Grape,
The Leaves,
Ornette Coleman,
Absolute Body Control,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Darondo,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Byrd,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Depeche Mode,
Tim Buckley,
Surgeon,
a-ha,
Ultravox,
The Grass Roots,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Amazonics,
Vladislav Delay,
The Misunderstood,
Terry Callier,
Bronski Beat,
The Raincoats,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Saccharine Trust,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Inner City,
Hasil Adkins,
DJ Style,
Jeff Lynne,
10cc,
Flamin' Groovies,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Harry Pussy,
the Sonics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.