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 Turkey and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Ralphi Rosario 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes 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 mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Con Funk Shun,
Soul II Soul,
L. Decosne,
Erykah Badu,
Gang Starr,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sarah Menescal,
The Skatalites,
Fat Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
The Dirtbombs,
Pylon,
Mantronix,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Beau Brummels,
Deakin,
Susan Cadogan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aloha Tigers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Average White Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
New Age Steppers,
The Mummies,
Reagan Youth,
The Neon Judgement,
Dual Sessions,
The Misunderstood,
Scratch Acid,
The Cramps,
Q65,
June Days,
The Monochrome Set,
James White and The Blacks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Anakelly,
Kayak,
Robert Görl,
One Last Wish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bob Dylan,
Judy Mowatt,
Tommy Roe,
The Gap Band,
The Toasters,
Mad Mike,
Archie Shepp,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Christie,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bootsy Collins,
The Grass Roots,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Das Ding,
The Monks,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.