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 Israel and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Connie Case to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar 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 a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tropical Tobacco,
Big Daddy Kane,
Skaos,
Boredoms,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Litter,
Funkadelic,
Pussy Galore,
Ralphi Rosario,
EPMD,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lalann,
Susan Cadogan,
Clear Light,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mantronix,
Albert Ayler,
The J.B.'s,
Tomorrow,
Man Eating Sloth,
a-ha,
Fela Kuti,
Scion,
Popol Vuh,
Don Cherry,
DJ Style,
Goldenarms,
Public Image Ltd.,
Josef K,
Soft Machine,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Flag,
Godley & Creme,
Young Marble Giants,
Sixth Finger,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Chrome,
Eden Ahbez,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kenny Larkin,
Steve Hackett,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jacob Miller,
Cheater Slicks,
Porter Ricks,
Sällskapet,
the Soft Cell,
Camberwell Now,
Vladislav Delay,
Ronnie Foster,
The Electric Prunes,
Bootsy Collins,
Pagans,
The Walker Brothers,
Lucky Dragons,
Pierre Henry,
Anakelly,
Magazine,
James White and The Blacks,
Neil Young,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.