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 Ireland and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Easy Going to the jazz 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and an oboe 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 sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
DNA,
Franke,
The Fire Engines,
Blossom Toes,
The Neon Judgement,
Lalo Schifrin,
Matthew Bourne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Agent Orange,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Warren Ellis,
The Angels of Light,
Little Man,
Arthur Verocai,
Mission of Burma,
Fear,
Pere Ubu,
Don Cherry,
Skarface,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brick,
The Slits,
The Martian,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ronan,
New Age Steppers,
Crooked Eye,
Crime,
Depeche Mode,
Easy Going,
Derrick Morgan,
Henry Cow,
Ultravox,
Simply Red,
The Doors,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pole,
Barbara Tucker,
Kerrie Biddell,
Clear Light,
Aural Exciters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Funky Four + One,
Eden Ahbez,
Michelle Simonal,
Cluster,
The Detroit Cobras,
James White and The Blacks,
Albert Ayler,
Cymande,
June Days,
Ken Boothe,
Janne Schatter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Music Machine,
Average White Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Brand Nubian,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The J.B.'s,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.