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 China and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Curtis Mayfield to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Traffic Nightmare,
Franke,
Marcia Griffiths,
Trumans Water,
Derrick May,
Jerry's Kids,
Echospace,
10cc,
The Sound,
The Happenings,
Funkadelic,
Warren Ellis,
The Slits,
Stockholm Monsters,
Peter and Kerry,
Rites of Spring,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Audionom,
The Motions,
Fat Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
Simply Red,
Drive Like Jehu,
Anakelly,
The Victims,
Avey Tare,
Ultravox,
June of 44,
Davy DMX,
Tomorrow,
Marine Girls,
Camberwell Now,
Symarip,
Soulsonic Force,
Rod Modell,
Quando Quango,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cure,
Fela Kuti,
Gang Gang Dance,
Subhumans,
The Associates,
Y Pants,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lindisfarne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Das Ding,
Kurtis Blow,
Supertramp,
Aaron Thompson,
Faust,
John Lydon,
The Stooges,
Blossom Toes,
Ice-T,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bill Wells,
Pussy Galore,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.