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 Kazakhstan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Circle Jerks,
The Evens,
Terry Callier,
Public Enemy,
The Modern Lovers,
Todd Terry,
the Association,
Royal Trux,
Suburban Knight,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Smiths,
Spandau Ballet,
Dawn Penn,
Eric Dolphy,
Severed Heads,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Oblivians,
K-Klass,
Faust,
Pussy Galore,
Piero Umiliani,
The Walker Brothers,
Todd Rundgren,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cymande,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Depeche Mode,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eurythmics,
James White and The Blacks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fuzztones,
Monks,
Stereo Dub,
June of 44,
Mantronix,
Unwound,
The Cramps,
The Tremeloes,
Motorama,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Barbara Tucker,
Joyce Sims,
Pharoah Sanders,
Skaos,
Lucky Dragons,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Neon Judgement,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sun City Girls,
Avey Tare,
Black Moon,
Fear,
Parry Music,
Junior Murvin,
Jeff Lynne,
Kerri Chandler,
Maurizio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.