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 Colombia and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba 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 Gil Scott Heron to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Cybotron,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lower 48,
The Skatalites,
Skarface,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hardrive,
James White and The Blacks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Country Teasers,
Suicide,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Golliwogs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alice Coltrane,
Flash Fearless,
Al Stewart,
Duran Duran,
The Sonics,
Sarah Menescal,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Public Enemy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lucky Dragons,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Swans,
Basic Channel,
John Lydon,
Connie Case,
Yellowson,
Harmonia,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Barracudas,
Pagans,
Clear Light,
LL Cool J,
Robert Hood,
Bang On A Can,
June Days,
Brick,
B.T. Express,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The New Christs,
One Last Wish,
The Slits,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Maurizio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Charles Mingus,
The Searchers,
Moss Icon,
Gang Green,
Unrelated Segments,
Sugar Minott,
cv313,
Tommy Roe,
John Foxx,
ABC,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.