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 Micronesia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the dance 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Foxx,
Amon Düül,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Litter,
Silicon Teens,
The Black Dice,
Pole,
Bootsy Collins,
Circle Jerks,
Minnie Riperton,
Glenn Branca,
The Fuzztones,
Ultra Naté,
The Skatalites,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Wake,
U.S. Maple,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Henry Cow,
Alphaville,
The Busters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Slave,
The Sonics,
Bluetip,
Soft Machine,
Animal Collective,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Byrd,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang of Four,
Gabor Szabo,
The Martian,
June of 44,
The Raincoats,
Piero Umiliani,
The Angels of Light,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ken Boothe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Smiths,
Mandrill,
Tomorrow,
Make Up,
Yusef Lateef,
Lungfish,
Lyres,
These Immortal Souls,
Flash Fearless,
Iggy Pop,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Andrew Hill,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Golliwogs,
Joey Negro,
Suicide,
Brick,
Letta Mbulu,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.