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 France and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ 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 Carl Craig to the rock 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet 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 marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
D'Angelo,
Chris Corsano,
Soulsonic Force,
Sparks,
Joey Negro,
Clear Light,
The United States of America,
Blossom Toes,
New York Dolls,
Technova,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Vainqueur,
Ohio Players,
Eurythmics,
the Soft Cell,
Black Bananas,
Unwound,
Ten City,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crash Course in Science,
Intrusion,
Livin' Joy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Symarip,
Amazonics,
New Age Steppers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Johnny Clarke,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Sherman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Peter & Gordon,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Essential Logic,
The Standells,
Bobby Womack,
Main Source,
The Young Rascals,
The Music Machine,
Black Sheep,
The Leaves,
Con Funk Shun,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
EPMD,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Half Japanese,
The Associates,
48th St. Collective,
Surgeon,
Depeche Mode,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Victims,
Average White Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.