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 Philippines and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the rock 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb 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 güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Faust,
Rufus Thomas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kas Product,
Hasil Adkins,
Danielle Patucci,
Groovy Waters,
The Last Poets,
Marmalade,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Unrelated Segments,
Scientists,
Tears for Fears,
Agent Orange,
The Doors,
Mo-Dettes,
The Names,
The Golliwogs,
John Coltrane,
Gang Gang Dance,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Sonics,
Public Image Ltd.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Neu!,
Sällskapet,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Moody Blues,
The Mummies,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Section 25,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mr. Review,
Gang Starr,
Index,
Freddie Wadling,
Intrusion,
Tubeway Army,
Lakeside,
Fear,
Sonny Sharrock,
Quadrant,
Morten Harket,
Deepchord,
Man Parrish,
Fugazi,
Youth Brigade,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Laurel Aitken,
Royal Trux,
June Days,
The Slackers,
The Tremeloes,
Qualms,
Al Stewart,
Ronnie Foster,
Roy Ayers,
The Motions,
The Knickerbockers,
Symarip,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.