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 Brazil and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Blake Baxter to the disco 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord 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 oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Liliput,
Glenn Branca,
Youth Brigade,
Roxy Music,
JFA,
Brass Construction,
Henry Cow,
Pulsallama,
FM Einheit,
The Red Krayola,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joensuu 1685,
Rotary Connection,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Grass Roots,
Tres Demented,
Sugar Minott,
Joey Negro,
Barry Ungar,
Howard Jones,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eve St. Jones,
Roxette,
Saccharine Trust,
The Wake,
Oblivians,
L. Decosne,
Prince Buster,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Average White Band,
Thompson Twins,
The Fire Engines,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Althea and Donna,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Monks,
Marine Girls,
The Music Machine,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Raincoats,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Buzzcocks,
Half Japanese,
Sällskapet,
The Smiths,
Hot Snakes,
Cluster,
Chris & Cosey,
John Coltrane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Urselle,
AZ,
Roy Ayers,
Patti Smith,
China Crisis,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Soft Cell,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.