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 Lithuania and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Public Image Ltd. to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 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 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Glenn Branca,
Derrick Morgan,
Pere Ubu,
Black Sheep,
Section 25,
Malaria!,
Main Source,
Delon & Dalcan,
Donald Byrd,
Bush Tetras,
Jesper Dahlback,
Suburban Knight,
Terry Callier,
The American Breed,
Andrew Hill,
Excepter,
Simply Red,
Royal Trux,
The Neon Judgement,
The Residents,
Maurizio,
Gabor Szabo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Associates,
John Holt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Max Romeo,
Hasil Adkins,
Motorama,
Terrestrial Tones,
Babytalk,
Idris Muhammad,
Duran Duran,
Barrington Levy,
Make Up,
Bobby Byrd,
Faust,
The Star Department,
Gregory Isaacs,
Erykah Badu,
Minutemen,
Ornette Coleman,
Von Mondo,
Cheater Slicks,
DJ Style,
Ultravox,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Raincoats,
Massinfluence,
Icehouse,
The Monochrome Set,
Lalann,
Television Personalities,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ossler,
The United States of America,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Harry Pussy,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.