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 Andorra and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Wings to the grunge 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang Gang Dance,
Adolescents,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soul II Soul,
Reuben Wilson,
Suicide,
Angry Samoans,
The Index,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cowsills,
La Düsseldorf,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mars,
Patti Smith,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dennis Brown,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barbara Tucker,
Malaria!,
Scientists,
Mission of Burma,
Carl Craig,
Joey Negro,
DJ Style,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Michelle Simonal,
Swell Maps,
Buzzcocks,
Basic Channel,
Lou Christie,
Minny Pops,
The Knickerbockers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grauzone,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Tremeloes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mark Hollis,
Sixth Finger,
Pierre Henry,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Walker Brothers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sound Behaviour,
David McCallum,
Lungfish,
New York Dolls,
The Durutti Column,
The Martian,
X-101,
Crispy Ambulance,
Parry Music,
Rufus Thomas,
John Lydon,
Q65,
Rekid,
Barry Ungar,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.