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 Romania and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the 808 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 Kas Product to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mantronix,
Barrington Levy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ultravox,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Selecter,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Sherman,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yazoo,
Arthur Verocai,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roger Hodgson,
Jerry's Kids,
Excepter,
Von Mondo,
The Move,
Dorothy Ashby,
Easy Going,
Duran Duran,
The Red Krayola,
Buzzcocks,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Barracudas,
Chris Corsano,
Outsiders,
Siglo XX,
The Litter,
Metal Thangz,
Swell Maps,
Radio Birdman,
Tears for Fears,
Trumans Water,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brick,
Drive Like Jehu,
Main Source,
Mars,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The United States of America,
Jacques Brel,
X-Ray Spex,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marine Girls,
Sun Ra,
The Stooges,
EPMD,
The Durutti Column,
Faust,
Animal Collective,
The Victims,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Girls At Our Best!,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Clear Light,
New Order,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.