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 Tanzania and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Jeru the Damaja to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Moebius 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 crunk 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 a clarinet 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 marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Matthew Halsall,
June of 44,
Wasted Youth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fad Gadget,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Remains,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cal Tjader,
EPMD,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Byrd,
The Knickerbockers,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang Starr,
The Slits,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minutemen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Buzzcocks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gong,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
ABC,
Don Cherry,
Rapeman,
Ken Boothe,
The Moody Blues,
Freddie Wadling,
8 Eyed Spy,
Visage,
Yusef Lateef,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lakeside,
Mo-Dettes,
Josef K,
Dawn Penn,
U.S. Maple,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Frankie Knuckles,
Los Fastidios,
The Tremeloes,
The Count Five,
The J.B.'s,
Blake Baxter,
The Selecter,
The Leaves,
Blossom Toes,
Eurythmics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nik Kershaw,
Circle Jerks,
Lungfish,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.