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 Malta and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lucky Dragons 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare 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 a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Althea and Donna,
Fela Kuti,
Carl Craig,
Fat Boys,
Anakelly,
Sugar Minott,
Crispy Ambulance,
Motorama,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Surgeon,
Pole,
The Buckinghams,
The Gap Band,
Agitation Free,
Funkadelic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wally Richardson,
Das Ding,
Jawbox,
Black Moon,
Talk Talk,
Barbara Tucker,
Yaz,
The Divine Comedy,
David Bowie,
The Saints,
Half Japanese,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ronnie Foster,
Blake Baxter,
Parry Music,
The Doobie Brothers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lower 48,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fall,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Misunderstood,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Colin Newman,
FM Einheit,
10cc,
Fugazi,
Urselle,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Con Funk Shun,
The Star Department,
The Five Americans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Slave,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Sherman,
Ken Boothe,
Delta 5,
Monks,
Shuggie Otis,
Chrome,
the Bar-Kays,
Sun Ra,
ABBA,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.