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 Azerbaijan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ 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 Altered Images to the punk 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Fear,
Don Cherry,
Flipper,
Radiopuhelimet,
Anakelly,
Gang Green,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sonic Youth,
Simply Red,
Matthew Bourne,
Public Enemy,
Model 500,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Funky Four + One,
The Motions,
Circle Jerks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Maleditus Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
Quadrant,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rakim,
Interpol,
Suicide,
Altered Images,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Popol Vuh,
Mary Jane Girls,
Amazonics,
Tubeway Army,
John Foxx,
Rosa Yemen,
Masters at Work,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Gun Club,
Basic Channel,
Derrick Morgan,
Soulsonic Force,
Con Funk Shun,
The Real Kids,
Procol Harum,
Robert Wyatt,
The Techniques,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brothers Johnson,
June Days,
Lower 48,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nico,
Cameo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Busters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fela Kuti,
Rekid,
The Dead C,
Vladislav Delay,
Desert Stars,
Jerry's Kids,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.