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 Tanzania and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Au Pairs to the disco 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Radiopuhelimet,
Johnny Clarke,
The Techniques,
Model 500,
Grandmaster Flash,
Patti Smith,
New York Dolls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Morten Harket,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The New Christs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cymande,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Residents,
The Mummies,
The Red Krayola,
Isaac Hayes,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minny Pops,
The Walker Brothers,
The Grass Roots,
Carl Craig,
Sight & Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
Hashim,
Oneida,
Avey Tare,
Surgeon,
Soul Sonic Force,
June Days,
Barrington Levy,
MDC,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Mojo Men,
Metal Thangz,
Jeru the Damaja,
T. Rex,
The Blues Magoos,
John Foxx,
Livin' Joy,
PIL,
The Remains,
Maleditus Sound,
Eric Copeland,
Television,
Black Flag,
Grauzone,
Derrick May,
Eden Ahbez,
Section 25,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Raincoats,
Intrusion,
Wasted Youth,
David McCallum,
Gerry Rafferty,
Darondo,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.