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 Albania and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 the Human League to the funk 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a 808 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 marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Barbara Tucker,
Barclay James Harvest,
Thompson Twins,
Basic Channel,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fugazi,
Morten Harket,
Ornette Coleman,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hot Snakes,
The Stooges,
Amazonics,
Boogie Down Productions,
Robert Hood,
Section 25,
Marshall Jefferson,
Funkadelic,
The Smoke,
The Saints,
Black Bananas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Visage,
Tommy Roe,
Avey Tare,
Animal Collective,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Panda Bear,
Swell Maps,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Real Kids,
James White and The Blacks,
Juan Atkins,
Throbbing Gristle,
Easy Going,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pylon,
Ultra Naté,
Cybotron,
Roxette,
Hardrive,
Jawbox,
Eric Dolphy,
Dark Day,
The Detroit Cobras,
Heaven 17,
Joe Finger,
Robert Görl,
Yusef Lateef,
Godley & Creme,
Intrusion,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Swans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Trumans Water,
R.M.O.,
Eli Mardock,
Mad Mike,
Tim Buckley,
Mantronix,
Das Ding,
Robert Wyatt,
Davy DMX,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.