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 Greece and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The American Breed to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and an organ 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 oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Godley & Creme,
Thompson Twins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yaz,
Supertramp,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
10cc,
Soul Sonic Force,
Swans,
The Electric Prunes,
The Moody Blues,
Half Japanese,
Groovy Waters,
Country Teasers,
Aloha Tigers,
Eli Mardock,
Delta 5,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Angels of Light,
Dual Sessions,
Hashim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sound Behaviour,
Magma,
Janne Schatter,
cv313,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Divine Comedy,
China Crisis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aswad,
Maurizio,
The Gun Club,
This Heat,
Robert Wyatt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rekid,
Max Romeo,
Amon Düül II,
The Names,
Lakeside,
The Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Christie,
The Fall,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
a-ha,
Patti Smith,
Los Fastidios,
Duran Duran,
Kayak,
The Litter,
Stockholm Monsters,
Donald Byrd,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hasil Adkins,
Von Mondo,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.