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 Montenegro 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lightning Bolt to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum 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 theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Skaos,
The Names,
Judy Mowatt,
Stetsasonic,
The Moleskins,
EPMD,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Amon Düül,
James White and The Blacks,
Section 25,
Henry Cow,
Joe Smooth,
Sandy B,
10cc,
Robert Wyatt,
Whodini,
The Fall,
Andrew Hill,
Swans,
Supertramp,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The New Christs,
The Electric Prunes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barry Ungar,
kango's stein massive,
Vainqueur,
DNA,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Howard Jones,
Y Pants,
Skriet,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kayak,
The Zeros,
Zapp,
Magazine,
Sällskapet,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Sherman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alton Ellis,
John Cale,
Susan Cadogan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pantytec,
F. McDonald,
Bill Near,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Davy DMX,
Soul II Soul,
Swell Maps,
The Count Five,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Association,
Main Source,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.