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 Fiji and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Jerry's Kids to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin 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 güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Tears for Fears,
Zapp,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Symarip,
Ronan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Slick Rick,
Easy Going,
Sonny Sharrock,
Shoche,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stetsasonic,
Main Source,
the Swans,
Outsiders,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Q65,
Colin Newman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Harry Pussy,
Glenn Branca,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jeff Lynne,
The Red Krayola,
Pierre Henry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Intrusion,
Sällskapet,
Hasil Adkins,
Can,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Star Department,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Popol Vuh,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Guru Guru,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pulsallama,
The Grass Roots,
Cybotron,
Sexual Harrassment,
DJ Style,
The American Breed,
Lalann,
Jacques Brel,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roy Ayers,
Darondo,
Mission of Burma,
Young Marble Giants,
Maleditus Sound,
ABBA,
Yazoo,
Rekid,
Pantytec,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.