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 Switzerland and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Stereo Dub to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Pulsallama,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Q and Not U,
Idris Muhammad,
June Days,
Charles Mingus,
Lucky Dragons,
Hoover,
B.T. Express,
Aural Exciters,
Can,
Lou Reed,
Quantec,
Marmalade,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Loose Ends,
Audionom,
Yazoo,
Sister Nancy,
Ohio Players,
L. Decosne,
The Slits,
The Grass Roots,
Tears for Fears,
Ronnie Foster,
The Tremeloes,
The Invisible,
Duran Duran,
New York Dolls,
Crooked Eye,
Brick,
Bluetip,
MDC,
Sight & Sound,
The Fugs,
Davy DMX,
The Detroit Cobras,
Erasure,
Ornette Coleman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Harmonia,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fire Engines,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Blues Magoos,
Boogie Down Productions,
Popol Vuh,
The Red Krayola,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scan 7,
The Young Rascals,
Kurtis Blow,
Thee Headcoats,
The Real Kids,
The Index,
Rites of Spring,
Soft Machine,
Kerri Chandler,
Terry Callier,
Carl Craig,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.