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 Jordan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Accadde A to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The United States of America,
Marvin Gaye,
Zapp,
Arab on Radar,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Buzzcocks,
The Gap Band,
Deadbeat,
Peter and Kerry,
Ossler,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Public Image Ltd.,
Saccharine Trust,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scientists,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eurythmics,
Monks,
A Certain Ratio,
Bluetip,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kurtis Blow,
Neu!,
Inner City,
cv313,
The Five Americans,
Piero Umiliani,
Newcleus,
Monolake,
Eddi Front,
The Fuzztones,
CMW,
U.S. Maple,
The Young Rascals,
The Cure,
Boogie Down Productions,
Khruangbin,
The Martian,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Letta Mbulu,
Fat Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sonic Youth,
John Holt,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rufus Thomas,
Joey Negro,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Bananas,
Silicon Teens,
Amon Düül II,
The Selecter,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lucky Dragons,
Tim Buckley,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Foxx,
Banda Bassotti,
Babytalk,
Joyce Sims,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.