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 Lesotho and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Quando Quango to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Real Kids,
Heaven 17,
Minor Threat,
The Fortunes,
Magazine,
Albert Ayler,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Amon Düül,
James White and The Blacks,
Blossom Toes,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Christie,
Deadbeat,
The Sonics,
The Dave Clark Five,
Patti Smith,
Cal Tjader,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Arab on Radar,
Depeche Mode,
48th St. Collective,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rotary Connection,
Harry Pussy,
Amon Düül II,
Brand Nubian,
The Doors,
Suicide,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Black Dice,
The Move,
Main Source,
Lucky Dragons,
Eve St. Jones,
Soft Cell,
Max Romeo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Misunderstood,
Scrapy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Duran Duran,
The Detroit Cobras,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lyres,
Basic Channel,
Stockholm Monsters,
Arthur Verocai,
Sex Pistols,
the Bar-Kays,
Scott Walker,
Nirvana,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scion,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Prince Buster,
MDC,
Hot Snakes,
Wire,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.