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 Philippines and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro 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 Grauzone to the crunk 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Donald Byrd,
The Real Kids,
Darondo,
Ronnie Foster,
Rosa Yemen,
Spandau Ballet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Organ,
Ponytail,
Flamin' Groovies,
Judy Mowatt,
T. Rex,
Fela Kuti,
The Electric Prunes,
Althea and Donna,
The Tremeloes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Magazine,
Royal Trux,
Ornette Coleman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Von Mondo,
Kerri Chandler,
Public Enemy,
Avey Tare,
Charles Mingus,
The Kinks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Harmonia,
World's Most,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rites of Spring,
Delta 5,
Chrome,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hardrive,
Angry Samoans,
The Last Poets,
Jandek,
Swans,
Kayak,
Dorothy Ashby,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dawn Penn,
Make Up,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Maleditus Sound,
Lyres,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
10cc,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Terrestrial Tones,
Intrusion,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Grey Daturas,
Technova,
The Dirtbombs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.