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 Afghanistan and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Stooges to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator 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 rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Marc Almond,
Bizarre Inc.,
AZ,
Marine Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Amon Düül,
Sex Pistols,
Eric Dolphy,
The Dead C,
Mission of Burma,
Leonard Cohen,
The Happenings,
David McCallum,
The Electric Prunes,
Lightning Bolt,
Funkadelic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Quantec,
Swell Maps,
Wolf Eyes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Accadde A,
Ornette Coleman,
Faraquet,
Black Bananas,
Rekid,
Gabor Szabo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deepchord,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Monochrome Set,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Throbbing Gristle,
Von Mondo,
Underground Resistance,
Con Funk Shun,
F. McDonald,
Morten Harket,
LL Cool J,
Shuggie Otis,
Swans,
Unrelated Segments,
The Velvet Underground,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultra Naté,
James Chance & The Contortions,
OOIOO,
E-Dancer,
The Dave Clark Five,
June of 44,
Ponytail,
Eric Copeland,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rakim,
Duran Duran,
Kenny Larkin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Pus,
Kerri Chandler,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.