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 Hungary and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the grunge 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '70s 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 rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lindisfarne,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang Green,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Red Krayola,
The Motions,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tres Demented,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Dead C,
Dawn Penn,
Peter and Kerry,
Lee Hazlewood,
Intrusion,
the Germs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Holt,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
R.M.O.,
Fela Kuti,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barry Ungar,
Camouflage,
Andrew Hill,
Fad Gadget,
Radiopuhelimet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Quantec,
Mission of Burma,
The Saints,
Moss Icon,
Soul II Soul,
Kaleidoscope,
Joy Division,
Sandy B,
Mr. Review,
Barrington Levy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Pretty Things,
Wasted Youth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Unrelated Segments,
Rapeman,
Dead Boys,
Can,
Roxette,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Inner City,
Flash Fearless,
Ken Boothe,
Todd Rundgren,
Albert Ayler,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.