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 Thailand and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Hoover to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin 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 harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Radio Birdman,
Flash Fearless,
Unrelated Segments,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fela Kuti,
Yazoo,
Black Moon,
Lou Reed,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Urselle,
Skriet,
Bang On A Can,
Mary Jane Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
The Leaves,
The Real Kids,
The Count Five,
Barry Ungar,
Quantec,
CMW,
Wings,
Dawn Penn,
Qualms,
Half Japanese,
Japan,
Boz Scaggs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Knickerbockers,
The Slackers,
MDC,
The Fugs,
Gichy Dan,
Iggy Pop,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Bananas,
Depeche Mode,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mantronix,
Sister Nancy,
Lyres,
Funkadelic,
Index,
Can,
Man Eating Sloth,
Arthur Verocai,
Animal Collective,
A Certain Ratio,
Alice Coltrane,
June of 44,
David Axelrod,
Pharoah Sanders,
DJ Style,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Detroit Cobras,
Easy Going,
Trumans Water,
Soulsonic Force,
Amon Düül II,
Sixth Finger,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.