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 Guinea-Bissau and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 Crispy Ambulance to the techno 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin 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 rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mark Hollis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang of Four,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cameo,
Byron Stingily,
Qualms,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pylon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nation of Ulysses,
Half Japanese,
Fugazi,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Skarface,
Funkadelic,
Black Sheep,
Saccharine Trust,
Average White Band,
The Remains,
Babytalk,
Johnny Clarke,
Vladislav Delay,
Franke,
In Retrospect,
Interpol,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Echospace,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Pus,
Boredoms,
Maurizio,
The United States of America,
kango's stein massive,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dorothy Ashby,
Flipper,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Motorama,
Ohio Players,
Shoche,
the Slits,
The Young Rascals,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Blake Baxter,
China Crisis,
Black Bananas,
X-101,
the Human League,
Kerri Chandler,
Scientists,
Jacques Brel,
Anakelly,
Hoover,
Robert Wyatt,
Barry Ungar,
The Stooges,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gichy Dan,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.