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 Sierra Leone and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Oblivians to the electroclash 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultra Naté,
Joensuu 1685,
Gang Starr,
Shuggie Otis,
Radiohead,
Graham Central Station,
The Fall,
The Leaves,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soft Cell,
The Offenders,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sex Pistols,
Liliput,
Nico,
H. Thieme,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Wake,
Sam Rivers,
Rotary Connection,
DJ Sneak,
Stockholm Monsters,
Theoretical Girls,
Minor Threat,
The Seeds,
Groovy Waters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Easy Going,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roger Hodgson,
The Toasters,
Outsiders,
Minutemen,
Radio Birdman,
Panda Bear,
Slave,
Clear Light,
Cameo,
Newcleus,
Y Pants,
LL Cool J,
Massinfluence,
Hardrive,
Boredoms,
The Cure,
Black Moon,
Stereo Dub,
Funky Four + One,
Amon Düül II,
Darondo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Das Ding,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sixth Finger,
the Germs,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wasted Youth,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.