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 Cuba and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the crunk 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 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?
Bizarre Inc.,
Avey Tare,
The Angels of Light,
Ronnie Foster,
Girls At Our Best!,
James White and The Blacks,
The Litter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scrapy,
Joe Finger,
The Sonics,
Crispy Ambulance,
Whodini,
Bush Tetras,
Sparks,
kango's stein massive,
Schoolly D,
Unrelated Segments,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
Charles Mingus,
Buzzcocks,
Brick,
Black Pus,
The Blackbyrds,
John Coltrane,
Motorama,
Shoche,
Gregory Isaacs,
Anthony Braxton,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Visage,
Cymande,
The Fire Engines,
Qualms,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Susan Cadogan,
The Tremeloes,
Yaz,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cybotron,
The Modern Lovers,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Evens,
Gerry Rafferty,
Trumans Water,
The Offenders,
Slave,
Bobby Sherman,
Patti Smith,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Simply Red,
June Days,
New York Dolls,
Kas Product,
Tres Demented,
Roxette,
Dead Boys,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.