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 Ecuador and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Salvador.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 June Days to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin 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 oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Rod Modell,
Wire,
Skriet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nico,
New Order,
Rotary Connection,
Wally Richardson,
U.S. Maple,
Crash Course in Science,
Swell Maps,
Camouflage,
China Crisis,
Simply Red,
Matthew Halsall,
Donald Byrd,
The United States of America,
Fad Gadget,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lindisfarne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Move,
Excepter,
Anthony Braxton,
Althea and Donna,
The Shadows of Knight,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Inner City,
Blancmange,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stetsasonic,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Seeds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Parry Music,
Brass Construction,
Tomorrow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soft Machine,
The Invisible,
Minny Pops,
Roger Hodgson,
Country Teasers,
Drexciya,
Magma,
World's Most,
Model 500,
The Monks,
A Certain Ratio,
Scientists,
K-Klass,
Bob Dylan,
Flipper,
The Angels of Light,
Soulsonic Force,
Yellowson,
Minutemen,
Thompson Twins,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.