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 Iraq and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Tubeway Army to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lucky Dragons,
Darondo,
Derrick May,
Malaria!,
Intrusion,
DNA,
The Tremeloes,
Boredoms,
Bluetip,
Gang Green,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Invisible,
Moebius,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Association,
Robert Hood,
Supertramp,
Rites of Spring,
Camberwell Now,
Nation of Ulysses,
Radio Birdman,
Underground Resistance,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lightning Bolt,
Michelle Simonal,
Adolescents,
Arab on Radar,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Flesh Eaters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Das Ding,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Black Dice,
Brand Nubian,
Rotary Connection,
Danielle Patucci,
Yellowson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Thee Headcoats,
UT,
Fear,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Slits,
Von Mondo,
Arcadia,
Kas Product,
Mark Hollis,
Scott Walker,
Althea and Donna,
Jerry Gold Smith,
F. McDonald,
Main Source,
Tom Boy,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.