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 Kuwait and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Basic Channel to the crunk 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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar 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 synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Neu!,
Radiohead,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hot Snakes,
La Düsseldorf,
Pierre Henry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Real Kids,
Prince Buster,
James White and The Blacks,
Franke,
Royal Trux,
Q and Not U,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Residents,
Bootsy Collins,
Silicon Teens,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Main Source,
Blake Baxter,
Lungfish,
Saccharine Trust,
Thompson Twins,
Pantytec,
Livin' Joy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Guru Guru,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Danielle Patucci,
Deepchord,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ice-T,
Infiniti,
Janne Schatter,
Morten Harket,
Gang of Four,
Public Enemy,
Arcadia,
Cybotron,
Dark Day,
World's Most,
B.T. Express,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Little Man,
Liliput,
Andrew Hill,
Panda Bear,
Aswad,
Sandy B,
the Slits,
Technova,
Rapeman,
Hoover,
PIL,
Yaz,
Mr. Review,
Joey Negro,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.