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 Cameroon and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Smog to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a clarinet 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 güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Chris Corsano,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ponytail,
Nils Olav,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tears for Fears,
UT,
Boz Scaggs,
Radio Birdman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Q and Not U,
OOIOO,
Wasted Youth,
Arthur Verocai,
David McCallum,
Monolake,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mad Mike,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Harry Pussy,
Fear,
Piero Umiliani,
Public Enemy,
The Dirtbombs,
Wings,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Donny Hathaway,
Intrusion,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Swans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The American Breed,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Smiths,
CMW,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minutemen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Guru Guru,
Cheater Slicks,
Cybotron,
The Young Rascals,
The Cowsills,
Todd Rundgren,
Rotary Connection,
L. Decosne,
MDC,
Eurythmics,
Sound Behaviour,
Trumans Water,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fire Engines,
K-Klass,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wolf Eyes,
Sister Nancy,
Can,
Joy Division,
Subhumans,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.