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 Chad and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Joy Division to the jazz 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 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 arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Black Flag,
Jeff Mills,
Gang of Four,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
MDC,
Dawn Penn,
the Normal,
The Happenings,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Golliwogs,
Jacob Miller,
the Human League,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Drexciya,
Symarip,
Pantaleimon,
Index,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Techniques,
the Bar-Kays,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Janne Schatter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Oblivians,
Qualms,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Neu!,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eurythmics,
Excepter,
The Angels of Light,
Gichy Dan,
Parry Music,
Basic Channel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minny Pops,
Pere Ubu,
DJ Style,
Bob Dylan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nick Fraelich,
The Buckinghams,
The Stooges,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mandrill,
T.S.O.L.,
Peter and Kerry,
The Electric Prunes,
AZ,
Shoche,
Soul II Soul,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sight & Sound,
The Kinks,
Masters at Work,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.