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 Portugal and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 Manchester and Mumbai.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Goldenarms to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro 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 harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultimate Spinach,
Piero Umiliani,
Thee Headcoats,
Sixth Finger,
Brick,
The Pop Group,
June of 44,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dead Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Simply Red,
The Blues Magoos,
Quadrant,
48th St. Collective,
Byron Stingily,
The Sonics,
AZ,
Wally Richardson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Knickerbockers,
The Remains,
Stockholm Monsters,
Inner City,
Moss Icon,
Rites of Spring,
Accadde A,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Selecter,
PIL,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Angels of Light,
The Durutti Column,
Minny Pops,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marmalade,
Eric Copeland,
New York Dolls,
The Litter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Foxx,
Joey Negro,
Dawn Penn,
Sister Nancy,
The Human League,
Harry Pussy,
UT,
Hoover,
Ultra Naté,
Tommy Roe,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ten City,
Barry Ungar,
Arab on Radar,
10cc,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.