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 Saudi Arabia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Johnny Osbourne to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Skaos,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kevin Saunderson,
Colin Newman,
The Alarm Clocks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Thompson Twins,
Bobby Byrd,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
T. Rex,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Shoche,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Five Americans,
The Moody Blues,
Gastr Del Sol,
Interpol,
Ossler,
The Trojans,
Lou Christie,
Quando Quango,
Sugar Minott,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Cowsills,
Chris Corsano,
Henry Cow,
Alton Ellis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nils Olav,
Organ,
Bronski Beat,
Wolf Eyes,
Silicon Teens,
DJ Style,
cv313,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Stooges,
Rosa Yemen,
Matthew Bourne,
Joe Smooth,
Con Funk Shun,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Negative Approach,
Laurel Aitken,
New York Dolls,
The Techniques,
Vladislav Delay,
Tears for Fears,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grauzone,
Pere Ubu,
Talk Talk,
John Holt,
Patti Smith,
Second Layer,
Nick Fraelich,
Livin' Joy,
Ten City,
The Doors,
Oneida,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.