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 Argentina and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Depeche Mode to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare 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 mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Marine Girls,
Fatback Band,
PIL,
Bobby Byrd,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Newcleus,
Alice Coltrane,
FM Einheit,
Fugazi,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bill Near,
The Happenings,
Intrusion,
Ten City,
Basic Channel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Moody Blues,
Byron Stingily,
Make Up,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Pretty Things,
John Cale,
ABBA,
Warsaw,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Martian,
B.T. Express,
Oblivians,
Judy Mowatt,
The Standells,
The Tremeloes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Theoretical Girls,
Colin Newman,
Althea and Donna,
Godley & Creme,
Nas,
Shuggie Otis,
E-Dancer,
Lyres,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang of Four,
a-ha,
Quadrant,
The Victims,
Thompson Twins,
The Last Poets,
Das Ding,
The Cowsills,
The Five Americans,
Neu!,
Clear Light,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eric Copeland,
Hashim,
Nico,
Amon Düül,
Bootsy Collins,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.