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 Serbia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Johannesburg and Glasgow.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Cecil Taylor to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a marimba and a snare 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Judy Mowatt,
Fear,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Khruangbin,
Moss Icon,
Tom Boy,
E-Dancer,
Ralphi Rosario,
Alphaville,
Whodini,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Monks,
Model 500,
Mission of Burma,
Derrick May,
Soft Cell,
the Sonics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
A Certain Ratio,
Aural Exciters,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cluster,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Make Up,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gerry Rafferty,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gap Band,
Kas Product,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kevin Saunderson,
Qualms,
Bob Dylan,
In Retrospect,
Howard Jones,
The Evens,
Ten City,
The Monochrome Set,
World's Most,
Lalann,
Don Cherry,
Basic Channel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Motorama,
Barrington Levy,
The Wake,
The Gun Club,
The New Christs,
MC5,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marc Almond,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lakeside,
The Offenders,
Negative Approach,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.