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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Crooked Eye to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Average White Band,
Bush Tetras,
Dead Boys,
Aswad,
cv313,
The Associates,
the Soft Cell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Golliwogs,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Angels of Light,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The J.B.'s,
MC5,
Mantronix,
Television,
Gong,
Depeche Mode,
Anthony Braxton,
Rakim,
Don Cherry,
Iggy Pop,
The Barracudas,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cowsills,
The Residents,
The Divine Comedy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rhythm & Sound,
David Axelrod,
Cameo,
Tommy Roe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Alton Ellis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minor Threat,
David McCallum,
Connie Case,
La Düsseldorf,
Albert Ayler,
Theoretical Girls,
Sixth Finger,
Todd Rundgren,
The Vogues,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Josef K,
Procol Harum,
U.S. Maple,
Liliput,
Kenny Larkin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Subhumans,
Steve Hackett,
Jerry's Kids,
Organ,
Livin' Joy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Davy DMX,
John Holt,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.