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 Tajikistan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 ABBA to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron 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 theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Jeff Mills,
Fluxion,
Adolescents,
Roy Ayers,
Procol Harum,
Franke,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Happenings,
Fad Gadget,
Minnie Riperton,
Kerri Chandler,
Symarip,
The Mojo Men,
the Sonics,
The J.B.'s,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nico,
Radio Birdman,
Suburban Knight,
The Stooges,
The Smoke,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sonic Youth,
X-102,
the Germs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ponytail,
Althea and Donna,
Iggy Pop,
Jacob Miller,
Eric B and Rakim,
Desert Stars,
Donny Hathaway,
R.M.O.,
Barry Ungar,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rakim,
Au Pairs,
B.T. Express,
Fugazi,
Bronski Beat,
Stockholm Monsters,
Accadde A,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Soft Cell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grey Daturas,
a-ha,
Maurizio,
The Busters,
Gong,
Excepter,
Average White Band,
U.S. Maple,
The Human League,
Mark Hollis,
Skaos,
The Martian,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.