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 Pakistan and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Michelle Simonal,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Wake,
Camouflage,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Alarm Clocks,
Moebius,
Soft Cell,
David Bowie,
The Seeds,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kaleidoscope,
Shuggie Otis,
Mandrill,
The Fugs,
Harmonia,
Pantaleimon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Davy DMX,
The Smoke,
A Certain Ratio,
The Leaves,
Eurythmics,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Black Dice,
World's Most,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Byrd,
Vainqueur,
Maurizio,
Funkadelic,
Brand Nubian,
The Victims,
Susan Cadogan,
The Techniques,
Rapeman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Groovy Waters,
Aloha Tigers,
Pierre Henry,
Cluster,
Tubeway Army,
Sugar Minott,
Max Romeo,
Depeche Mode,
The Blackbyrds,
Minor Threat,
Zero Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
Chris Corsano,
Dead Boys,
Anakelly,
the Human League,
David McCallum,
Radiohead,
The Martian,
R.M.O.,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.