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 Angola and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Yusef Lateef to the punk 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe 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 mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joy Division,
Fugazi,
Brand Nubian,
Terrestrial Tones,
Second Layer,
Roger Hodgson,
Section 25,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Slackers,
Josef K,
Cluster,
Peter & Gordon,
Magma,
Lalann,
Liliput,
Make Up,
Quantec,
This Heat,
The Residents,
The Monks,
Tom Boy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brick,
The Pop Group,
Chrome,
Malaria!,
Robert Görl,
Hasil Adkins,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
KRS-One,
Nico,
The Cramps,
Spandau Ballet,
Donald Byrd,
Scientists,
Janne Schatter,
Andrew Hill,
kango's stein massive,
Girls At Our Best!,
Porter Ricks,
Dawn Penn,
Technova,
Procol Harum,
The New Christs,
the Soft Cell,
Rod Modell,
10cc,
Soft Cell,
Marvin Gaye,
Glenn Branca,
Boredoms,
Fad Gadget,
Amon Düül II,
Rakim,
Motorama,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eli Mardock,
Index,
Joe Finger,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.