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 Taiwan and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Matthew Bourne to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Albert Ayler,
Kevin Saunderson,
Severed Heads,
Rekid,
The New Christs,
Joensuu 1685,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eric Dolphy,
Angry Samoans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Blues Magoos,
Joe Smooth,
Cheater Slicks,
Matthew Bourne,
The Count Five,
Monolake,
Urselle,
Gregory Isaacs,
Supertramp,
The Gap Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Rapeman,
the Swans,
Steve Hackett,
Ralphi Rosario,
Davy DMX,
Barbara Tucker,
Rites of Spring,
Michelle Simonal,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Max Romeo,
Roger Hodgson,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Offenders,
The Trojans,
John Cale,
The Detroit Cobras,
Visage,
The Angels of Light,
The Saints,
Duran Duran,
Ohio Players,
The Cure,
Unwound,
Johnny Clarke,
Main Source,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pantaleimon,
Ronnie Foster,
Tears for Fears,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Freddie Wadling,
The Stooges,
Oneida,
Isaac Hayes,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.