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 Palau and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Jacques Brel to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin 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 chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Khruangbin,
Lou Reed,
The Neon Judgement,
John Coltrane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scratch Acid,
Half Japanese,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lower 48,
Black Bananas,
Lungfish,
K-Klass,
Quando Quango,
The Leaves,
Joe Finger,
Marc Almond,
Bad Manners,
the Human League,
Avey Tare,
Lyres,
Byron Stingily,
Simply Red,
Yusef Lateef,
Hashim,
Freddie Wadling,
Brass Construction,
David Axelrod,
Althea and Donna,
8 Eyed Spy,
Maurizio,
Sister Nancy,
The Misunderstood,
Pussy Galore,
Depeche Mode,
Alison Limerick,
John Foxx,
Funky Four + One,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Parry Music,
Terrestrial Tones,
Malaria!,
Gang Starr,
Warren Ellis,
Royal Trux,
Nils Olav,
The Zeros,
Tommy Roe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Tremeloes,
the Bar-Kays,
PIL,
Blake Baxter,
Cal Tjader,
Neil Young,
Talk Talk,
The Flesh Eaters,
Infiniti,
Danielle Patucci,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.