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 Sweden and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare 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 In Retrospect to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Minny Pops,
Bill Wells,
Hoover,
Organ,
Agitation Free,
Qualms,
The Fall,
Tommy Roe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crooked Eye,
Nik Kershaw,
cv313,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Boredoms,
Graham Central Station,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fire Engines,
Maleditus Sound,
Motorama,
Jerry's Kids,
Bootsy Collins,
Reuben Wilson,
Todd Rundgren,
Bob Dylan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Can,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Buzzcocks,
Todd Terry,
Pet Shop Boys,
Warren Ellis,
Country Teasers,
Henry Cow,
Brand Nubian,
Joe Finger,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Icehouse,
Minnie Riperton,
Fear,
The Mummies,
Kerri Chandler,
Nas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Shoche,
Flipper,
Arthur Verocai,
Matthew Bourne,
Ohio Players,
Rufus Thomas,
Angry Samoans,
The Wake,
Howard Jones,
Max Romeo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mad Mike,
Aswad,
Audionom,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.