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 Tajikistan and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Zero Boys to the rock 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ 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 chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Warsaw,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Knickerbockers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Talk Talk,
The Five Americans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wings,
Cymande,
Amazonics,
The Saints,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fire Engines,
Can,
The Wake,
Newcleus,
Q65,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Martian,
Monks,
Carl Craig,
Agent Orange,
Joe Smooth,
Marine Girls,
The Trojans,
Accadde A,
Lower 48,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Divine Comedy,
Suicide,
The Skatalites,
Sun Ra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Bar-Kays,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dark Day,
Sun City Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Godley & Creme,
The Fortunes,
Deepchord,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Mummies,
The Offenders,
Lindisfarne,
CMW,
DJ Sneak,
Livin' Joy,
Scrapy,
Todd Rundgren,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Surgeon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Shoche,
Jeff Lynne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Dirtbombs,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.