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 Poland and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Lakeside to the rock 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
The Barracudas,
The Evens,
Rufus Thomas,
The Standells,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Arthur Verocai,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultravox,
Eric Copeland,
Pantaleimon,
Shuggie Otis,
The Last Poets,
Blancmange,
Trumans Water,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Motions,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Guru Guru,
Simply Red,
Radio Birdman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kerri Chandler,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Royal Trux,
Heaven 17,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Move,
Goldenarms,
MDC,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Womack,
Livin' Joy,
The Vogues,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Durutti Column,
The Techniques,
Marine Girls,
John Coltrane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Saints,
Siglo XX,
Joey Negro,
Icehouse,
Neu!,
DJ Sneak,
Q65,
Maurizio,
Symarip,
Colin Newman,
The Gories,
Brothers Johnson,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.