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 Nigeria and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Q65,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marmalade,
The Toasters,
The United States of America,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eddi Front,
Robert Görl,
Surgeon,
Wolf Eyes,
Spandau Ballet,
Tubeway Army,
Sällskapet,
X-102,
Nick Fraelich,
Heaven 17,
Intrusion,
Godley & Creme,
cv313,
the Soft Cell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ronnie Foster,
Rites of Spring,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Sherman,
Funkadelic,
The Music Machine,
The Last Poets,
the Normal,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crooked Eye,
Rekid,
Scrapy,
Japan,
Joyce Sims,
The Searchers,
L. Decosne,
The Martian,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Johnny Clarke,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stereo Dub,
The Evens,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Todd Terry,
Black Bananas,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gun Club,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deadbeat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lower 48,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gastr Del Sol,
ABBA,
Flamin' Groovies,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.