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 United States and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum 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 Alton Ellis to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a spring reverb 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Roxy Music,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Patti Smith,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eddi Front,
Brand Nubian,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The American Breed,
Main Source,
DJ Style,
Slick Rick,
The Gories,
Dead Boys,
Tomorrow,
The Cowsills,
Jandek,
Eurythmics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gong,
The Fugs,
The Trojans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Suicide,
Symarip,
Marmalade,
Agitation Free,
The Misunderstood,
FM Einheit,
Icehouse,
Aural Exciters,
Jawbox,
Althea and Donna,
Brass Construction,
Joensuu 1685,
Anthony Braxton,
Cheater Slicks,
Moss Icon,
Panda Bear,
Warren Ellis,
Country Teasers,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Golliwogs,
World's Most,
Procol Harum,
Bluetip,
The Fire Engines,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Johnny Clarke,
DNA,
Barclay James Harvest,
Zero Boys,
R.M.O.,
Scrapy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bill Near,
The Beau Brummels,
the Bar-Kays,
The United States of America,
Circle Jerks,
The Pretty Things,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gap Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.