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 Peru and from Copenhagen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sandy B to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a theremin 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 snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
The Black Dice,
John Holt,
The Busters,
The Beau Brummels,
Suburban Knight,
Grey Daturas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ice-T,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soft Machine,
Boredoms,
Soul II Soul,
Mad Mike,
The Fuzztones,
Jeru the Damaja,
Funkadelic,
Andrew Hill,
Porter Ricks,
Amazonics,
Tropical Tobacco,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Womack,
The American Breed,
Moebius,
Franke,
The Golliwogs,
Livin' Joy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Spoonie Gee,
Joy Division,
The Slits,
Hardrive,
Masters at Work,
Groovy Waters,
Man Parrish,
The Saints,
Cameo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wire,
The Fire Engines,
Soft Cell,
Eden Ahbez,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bill Near,
Sun Ra,
The Sonics,
Massinfluence,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Colin Newman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deadbeat,
Sun City Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pantaleimon,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.