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 Croatia and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Darondo to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord 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 synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Gang of Four,
Aswad,
June Days,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Schoolly D,
Swell Maps,
The J.B.'s,
Blancmange,
Zapp,
Heaven 17,
The Moleskins,
Black Flag,
Zero Boys,
Moby Grape,
Jacob Miller,
Spandau Ballet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
K-Klass,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Moon,
Radiohead,
Urselle,
Public Enemy,
Terry Callier,
The Birthday Party,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Happenings,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Massinfluence,
Charles Mingus,
Los Fastidios,
OOIOO,
Angry Samoans,
Niagra,
Newcleus,
Simply Red,
Negative Approach,
Albert Ayler,
Severed Heads,
Flipper,
Cheater Slicks,
Agent Orange,
Lyres,
New Age Steppers,
Janne Schatter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Davy DMX,
Adolescents,
Make Up,
One Last Wish,
Roy Ayers,
Junior Murvin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Byron Stingily,
Second Layer,
The Move,
The Skatalites,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.