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 Botswana and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Motions 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
The Kinks,
Spandau Ballet,
Deakin,
Ten City,
Man Parrish,
Japan,
Max Romeo,
T.S.O.L.,
Minnie Riperton,
Dawn Penn,
Barrington Levy,
10cc,
Bootsy Collins,
Mo-Dettes,
Thee Headcoats,
Harry Pussy,
The Moody Blues,
Quadrant,
Kurtis Blow,
Arthur Verocai,
Oblivians,
Charles Mingus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dennis Brown,
Kas Product,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fortunes,
The Blackbyrds,
The Misunderstood,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aaron Thompson,
ABBA,
Lakeside,
Slick Rick,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pere Ubu,
Anthony Braxton,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Saints,
Saccharine Trust,
LL Cool J,
DNA,
The Red Krayola,
Radiopuhelimet,
Boz Scaggs,
The Happenings,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Buckinghams,
Dual Sessions,
The Offenders,
Bill Wells,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tomorrow,
Pantytec,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Buzzcocks,
Gang of Four,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.