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 Guatemala and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 New York Dolls 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord 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 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ornette Coleman,
The Modern Lovers,
Fluxion,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Seeds,
X-Ray Spex,
The Kinks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
David McCallum,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Maleditus Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Underground Resistance,
Aural Exciters,
Pierre Henry,
Smog,
Fugazi,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Searchers,
Piero Umiliani,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
ABBA,
The Red Krayola,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Music Machine,
Sarah Menescal,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Monks,
Cecil Taylor,
Slave,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pylon,
Kenny Larkin,
Ronan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bang On A Can,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minny Pops,
The Standells,
The Human League,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Busters,
Minor Threat,
Robert Hood,
The American Breed,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Oneida,
Groovy Waters,
The Mummies,
X-101,
Hashim,
Y Pants,
Jacob Miller,
Isaac Hayes,
The Angels of Light,
Simply Red,
New Age Steppers,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.