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 Denmark and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ken Boothe to the jazz 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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Iggy Pop,
The Stooges,
Dual Sessions,
cv313,
Bill Near,
Max Romeo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Peter & Gordon,
Trumans Water,
Altered Images,
Niagra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Agitation Free,
Fatback Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Adolescents,
The Zeros,
Moby Grape,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jeff Lynne,
Mad Mike,
One Last Wish,
Underground Resistance,
Avey Tare,
The Invisible,
Robert Wyatt,
Laurel Aitken,
Talk Talk,
These Immortal Souls,
Amazonics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Infiniti,
Darondo,
The Neon Judgement,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tubeway Army,
X-102,
Q and Not U,
Girls At Our Best!,
June of 44,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Pop Group,
Scion,
The Skatalites,
The Remains,
FM Einheit,
Isaac Hayes,
Lightning Bolt,
a-ha,
Accadde A,
Sam Rivers,
Fat Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
Tom Boy,
Rites of Spring,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cramps,
Dead Boys,
Toni Rubio,
Pylon,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.