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 Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer 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 Crash Course in Science to the techno 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator 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 a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fluxion,
Barbara Tucker,
The Smoke,
Khruangbin,
Joy Division,
Leonard Cohen,
Freddie Wadling,
Second Layer,
Roy Ayers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Trumans Water,
Sun Ra,
Soul Sonic Force,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pylon,
Mr. Review,
Joensuu 1685,
8 Eyed Spy,
Robert Hood,
Don Cherry,
Bizarre Inc.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Arthur Verocai,
Slick Rick,
Althea and Donna,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Subhumans,
Deadbeat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Amon Düül II,
Man Eating Sloth,
kango's stein massive,
Marshall Jefferson,
Los Fastidios,
Joyce Sims,
Marine Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Zapp,
Mars,
Rites of Spring,
Grey Daturas,
Flash Fearless,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scrapy,
Eve St. Jones,
Depeche Mode,
Index,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Soft Cell,
Black Pus,
John Lydon,
Infiniti,
Nas,
Gong,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.