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 Taiwan and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 the Association to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
The Gun Club,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gap Band,
Sex Pistols,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Peter & Gordon,
Aaron Thompson,
Cameo,
Gong,
Con Funk Shun,
The Residents,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Section 25,
Suicide,
Quadrant,
Mo-Dettes,
These Immortal Souls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soulsonic Force,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dennis Brown,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Skriet,
Television,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Dirtbombs,
Desert Stars,
Morten Harket,
The Happenings,
Juan Atkins,
Delta 5,
Neil Young,
Hasil Adkins,
Television Personalities,
The Gories,
Bill Wells,
Henry Cow,
Lakeside,
Shuggie Otis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Steve Hackett,
EPMD,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Khruangbin,
Pierre Henry,
Cymande,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Pus,
The Fire Engines,
John Cale,
Hot Snakes,
Aural Exciters,
Pylon,
The Move,
Reagan Youth,
Simply Red,
Second Layer,
Fatback Band,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.