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 Ghana and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 organ 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 sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mars,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Swell Maps,
Eden Ahbez,
Patti Smith,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Skatalites,
kango's stein massive,
Erasure,
Radio Birdman,
Buzzcocks,
Roy Ayers,
The Black Dice,
OOIOO,
Ten City,
James White and The Blacks,
The Pop Group,
Liliput,
Rosa Yemen,
Animal Collective,
Derrick Morgan,
The New Christs,
John Foxx,
Scion,
Graham Central Station,
Tommy Roe,
the Soft Cell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
10cc,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Divine Comedy,
Trumans Water,
The Monochrome Set,
The Index,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tres Demented,
New Order,
Surgeon,
Eurythmics,
Donny Hathaway,
Ohio Players,
Niagra,
Prince Buster,
Thee Headcoats,
The Count Five,
Loose Ends,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Adolescents,
The Human League,
The Durutti Column,
X-Ray Spex,
Cybotron,
DJ Style,
Second Layer,
Supertramp,
Black Bananas,
The Move,
Quantec,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.