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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Nils Olav to the punk 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe 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 spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Erykah Badu,
Pulsallama,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Barracudas,
Minor Threat,
Skarface,
Half Japanese,
Lalann,
Barbara Tucker,
The Angels of Light,
The Cramps,
Franke,
The Wake,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Niagra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sun City Girls,
Model 500,
Lou Reed,
Joyce Sims,
Archie Shepp,
John Coltrane,
Alton Ellis,
Juan Atkins,
U.S. Maple,
Essential Logic,
Sam Rivers,
The Monks,
Von Mondo,
June of 44,
Harpers Bizarre,
Banda Bassotti,
Amon Düül,
ABBA,
Sixth Finger,
Ponytail,
Bobby Byrd,
Livin' Joy,
Iggy Pop,
Urselle,
Fluxion,
Japan,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Sonics,
The Dead C,
Yusef Lateef,
The Litter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Delta 5,
Toni Rubio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Heaven 17,
The Buckinghams,
Ten City,
The Invisible,
Pantaleimon,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Residents,
Minny Pops,
Fad Gadget,
Graham Central Station,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.