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 Nauru and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the snare 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet 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 a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Big Daddy Kane,
Boz Scaggs,
Saccharine Trust,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Flash Fearless,
Scrapy,
Rapeman,
The Raincoats,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pharoah Sanders,
Connie Case,
Flamin' Groovies,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wolf Eyes,
Eric Dolphy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Throbbing Gristle,
Slick Rick,
The Offenders,
Harpers Bizarre,
Erasure,
Depeche Mode,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Masters at Work,
Siglo XX,
Kayak,
Barbara Tucker,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Litter,
Rekid,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eurythmics,
the Sonics,
Skarface,
Jeff Lynne,
Oneida,
Rufus Thomas,
Negative Approach,
UT,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nico,
Wally Richardson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pagans,
Public Enemy,
The Residents,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cluster,
Smog,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fad Gadget,
Lightning Bolt,
Technova,
Jacques Brel,
The Blackbyrds,
This Heat,
Outsiders,
Wings,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Unrelated Segments,
DJ Sneak,
June of 44,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.