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 Suriname and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 New Age Steppers to the grime 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar 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 spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Peter and Kerry,
Echospace,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Sound,
Reagan Youth,
Marvin Gaye,
Magma,
Ralphi Rosario,
Robert Görl,
Soft Machine,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Thee Headcoats,
Public Enemy,
OOIOO,
Laurel Aitken,
Albert Ayler,
Reuben Wilson,
The Barracudas,
Lou Christie,
Eve St. Jones,
Sun City Girls,
The Walker Brothers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Darondo,
Bill Near,
Deepchord,
CMW,
Rotary Connection,
Archie Shepp,
Shoche,
The Red Krayola,
Black Bananas,
Skaos,
Patti Smith,
Shuggie Otis,
Alice Coltrane,
Schoolly D,
the Association,
Soul Sonic Force,
Niagra,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stetsasonic,
Barry Ungar,
Blake Baxter,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang Green,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Terry Callier,
Suicide,
Eurythmics,
Average White Band,
Flipper,
The Busters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
F. McDonald,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.