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 Bulgaria and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a rhodes 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 marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
DJ Sneak,
Howard Jones,
The Durutti Column,
Johnny Osbourne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alice Coltrane,
Todd Terry,
Yazoo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Saints,
The Index,
Lightning Bolt,
Stereo Dub,
Marshall Jefferson,
Idris Muhammad,
Eurythmics,
UT,
Little Man,
Neu!,
Grauzone,
H. Thieme,
Bob Dylan,
Arab on Radar,
B.T. Express,
The Wake,
Rod Modell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Stooges,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Shoche,
Janne Schatter,
Eden Ahbez,
Funky Four + One,
Scan 7,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Easy Going,
Lakeside,
The Moody Blues,
Desert Stars,
Alison Limerick,
Intrusion,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fatback Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Young Marble Giants,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soft Cell,
Minnie Riperton,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lower 48,
D'Angelo,
Judy Mowatt,
Flash Fearless,
The Dave Clark Five,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.