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 Iran and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 This Heat to the punk 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron 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 synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Joey Negro,
John Coltrane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Albert Ayler,
Babytalk,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ossler,
Skarface,
The Knickerbockers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fire Engines,
Iggy Pop,
Los Fastidios,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jacob Miller,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crime,
Monolake,
Rakim,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mandrill,
The Remains,
Hoover,
The Smiths,
Fluxion,
Roger Hodgson,
The United States of America,
Gong,
La Düsseldorf,
ABC,
Barry Ungar,
Barbara Tucker,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ituana,
The Young Rascals,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joe Finger,
Frankie Knuckles,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Maleditus Sound,
China Crisis,
Tres Demented,
Jawbox,
Archie Shepp,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Flag,
Peter and Kerry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Toasters,
Arab on Radar,
Godley & Creme,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Erasure,
The Happenings,
Dennis Brown,
Suburban Knight,
The Modern Lovers,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.