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 Benin and from London.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Althea and Donna to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fuzztones,
Half Japanese,
Section 25,
This Heat,
Pharoah Sanders,
Moby Grape,
Sam Rivers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Vainqueur,
Hoover,
The Sound,
The Mojo Men,
Matthew Halsall,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ice-T,
The Human League,
The Moody Blues,
Barry Ungar,
Goldenarms,
Wally Richardson,
CMW,
David McCallum,
Jeff Mills,
Black Pus,
Patti Smith,
Iggy Pop,
Barclay James Harvest,
Piero Umiliani,
John Holt,
Das Ding,
Erykah Badu,
Scrapy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pantaleimon,
Cecil Taylor,
Rakim,
Black Sheep,
The Count Five,
Swans,
Sarah Menescal,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pylon,
Monolake,
Cameo,
DNA,
Television Personalities,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Janne Schatter,
Cymande,
Jimmy McGriff,
Symarip,
Cabaret Voltaire,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nico,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joy Division,
Rhythm & Sound,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.