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 Netherlands and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a marimba 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 harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fire Engines,
Moebius,
Rhythm & Sound,
Man Parrish,
Monks,
Grauzone,
Funkadelic,
Chris Corsano,
Jacques Brel,
The Angels of Light,
Ronan,
the Germs,
Talk Talk,
Quantec,
L. Decosne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Avey Tare,
The Last Poets,
Ornette Coleman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Q and Not U,
Masters at Work,
The Sonics,
Blancmange,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gap Band,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Christie,
Howard Jones,
Girls At Our Best!,
Susan Cadogan,
Gang of Four,
Delon & Dalcan,
Trumans Water,
Ponytail,
Make Up,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Knickerbockers,
Mandrill,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Danielle Patucci,
Harry Pussy,
Symarip,
Connie Case,
Black Bananas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
AZ,
The Motions,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultra Naté,
ABC,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultimate Spinach,
Flash Fearless,
Funky Four + One,
Subhumans,
June Days,
Parry Music,
Prince Buster,
Josef K,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.