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 Andorra and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Smiths to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator 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 organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Anakelly,
Albert Ayler,
Andrew Hill,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wolf Eyes,
This Heat,
Organ,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pantytec,
Deepchord,
Cecil Taylor,
Dual Sessions,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Trojans,
Warren Ellis,
B.T. Express,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Byrd,
Q65,
John Cale,
Juan Atkins,
Max Romeo,
X-102,
Ronan,
The Offenders,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nirvana,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sister Nancy,
Donny Hathaway,
Aural Exciters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Davy DMX,
Deakin,
Amon Düül,
The Smoke,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fear,
Terry Callier,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bluetip,
Grauzone,
Radiopuhelimet,
Second Layer,
David Bowie,
The Victims,
Yazoo,
The Saints,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lyres,
the Normal,
Massinfluence,
Junior Murvin,
Neu!,
Harpers Bizarre,
Animal Collective,
Sun City Girls,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.