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 Benin and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Derrick Morgan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gories,
Bill Wells,
Cheater Slicks,
Stereo Dub,
Average White Band,
The Stooges,
Jerry's Kids,
Scott Walker,
Adolescents,
Man Parrish,
Rapeman,
Godley & Creme,
Pharoah Sanders,
Harmonia,
Robert Hood,
Crooked Eye,
Amazonics,
Crispian St. Peters,
Al Stewart,
Chris & Cosey,
The Wake,
The Offenders,
Tubeway Army,
Siglo XX,
Jimmy McGriff,
Byron Stingily,
Blossom Toes,
Eric Copeland,
Fad Gadget,
Lower 48,
Tom Boy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Slits,
Zapp,
The Sound,
Toni Rubio,
Gil Scott Heron,
Public Image Ltd.,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gun Club,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ohio Players,
Archie Shepp,
Althea and Donna,
Todd Terry,
Tomorrow,
Patti Smith,
The Selecter,
Gong,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Warsaw,
Yazoo,
The Last Poets,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grey Daturas,
Cecil Taylor,
Morten Harket,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.