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 Malawi and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 New Order to the rap 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Brick,
Tomorrow,
Soul II Soul,
The Sonics,
Quantec,
Au Pairs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lucky Dragons,
Shoche,
Ronan,
Fugazi,
The Sound,
Franke,
Gerry Rafferty,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Main Source,
Reuben Wilson,
The Mojo Men,
Marine Girls,
Max Romeo,
June Days,
Avey Tare,
Neil Young,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Association,
Gil Scott Heron,
Audionom,
Depeche Mode,
Aloha Tigers,
Bootsy Collins,
Blake Baxter,
Gang Starr,
Section 25,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Slits,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Selecter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Simply Red,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joe Smooth,
Easy Going,
Infiniti,
James White and The Blacks,
Joensuu 1685,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Moody Blues,
The United States of America,
Khruangbin,
Underground Resistance,
Sun City Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Supertramp,
Eurythmics,
Accadde A,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sparks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pere Ubu,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.