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 Norway and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Grey Daturas to the rap 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro 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 linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Quantec,
The Sonics,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mantronix,
Glenn Branca,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Negative Approach,
Cymande,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Spandau Ballet,
Dead Boys,
Model 500,
Dorothy Ashby,
Severed Heads,
Livin' Joy,
DJ Sneak,
Freddie Wadling,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
kango's stein massive,
Lakeside,
Gabor Szabo,
The Index,
The Move,
H. Thieme,
Bad Manners,
Chris & Cosey,
Reagan Youth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Blossom Toes,
Gang Green,
MDC,
Alice Coltrane,
Tres Demented,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Human League,
Youth Brigade,
China Crisis,
The Young Rascals,
the Association,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sixth Finger,
Gichy Dan,
LL Cool J,
Los Fastidios,
Cecil Taylor,
Liliput,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lungfish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Litter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Josef K,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Pretty Things,
Funkadelic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.