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 Nigeria and from Calgary.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Zero Boys to the techno 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron 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 oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Dave Gahan,
Crooked Eye,
Funkadelic,
Oblivians,
Swans,
Robert Hood,
The Litter,
Steve Hackett,
Wally Richardson,
UT,
June Days,
Donny Hathaway,
Laurel Aitken,
Smog,
The Evens,
Basic Channel,
Amazonics,
Lindisfarne,
Black Pus,
The Real Kids,
Saccharine Trust,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sun City Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
The Pretty Things,
Eden Ahbez,
Spandau Ballet,
One Last Wish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gladiators,
Prince Buster,
ABBA,
Make Up,
Neil Young,
Kurtis Blow,
Y Pants,
Intrusion,
Isaac Hayes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camberwell Now,
Tom Boy,
Pulsallama,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Anakelly,
Fluxion,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lower 48,
EPMD,
Fugazi,
The Electric Prunes,
Radiohead,
Camouflage,
Motorama,
the Normal,
Danielle Patucci,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Christie,
John Foxx,
Joyce Sims,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
James White and The Blacks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.