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 Norway and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
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 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 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 John Lydon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Freddie Wadling,
Siglo XX,
Surgeon,
The Busters,
David Bowie,
the Swans,
Wings,
Sixth Finger,
The Fall,
Schoolly D,
Echospace,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mark Hollis,
Don Cherry,
Roy Ayers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mandrill,
Bang On A Can,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Remains,
Ultra Naté,
Anakelly,
The Victims,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fela Kuti,
Fat Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alice Coltrane,
Brand Nubian,
Oneida,
Quadrant,
The Move,
Blossom Toes,
The Moleskins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cowsills,
Qualms,
Rosa Yemen,
Accadde A,
Camberwell Now,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wasted Youth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kerrie Biddell,
Silicon Teens,
Deakin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
JFA,
the Association,
Junior Murvin,
The Seeds,
Depeche Mode,
Jesper Dahlback,
Juan Atkins,
Pere Ubu,
Easy Going,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.