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 Sudan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Matthew Bourne 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer 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 rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Archie Shepp,
Kerrie Biddell,
Vainqueur,
Chris & Cosey,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Coltrane,
Black Sheep,
Mantronix,
China Crisis,
Quantec,
Eurythmics,
Rosa Yemen,
The Count Five,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Althea and Donna,
The Happenings,
Lindisfarne,
Susan Cadogan,
Brass Construction,
Kevin Saunderson,
Thee Headcoats,
Qualms,
Magazine,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sun City Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Flash Fearless,
The Grass Roots,
The Knickerbockers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Buckinghams,
Minny Pops,
Bang On A Can,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Masters at Work,
Sugar Minott,
Josef K,
Lungfish,
Los Fastidios,
Judy Mowatt,
Robert Görl,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marshall Jefferson,
Slave,
Ronan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joe Finger,
Fugazi,
Malaria!,
Depeche Mode,
Yellowson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fluxion,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Five Americans,
Connie Case,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.