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 Cuba and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Fluxion to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ 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 güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
The Pretty Things,
Agent Orange,
Minutemen,
Scott Walker,
Bluetip,
Rapeman,
Index,
The Barracudas,
Derrick Morgan,
Ornette Coleman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Japan,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Lydon,
Eli Mardock,
Isaac Hayes,
The Mummies,
Sight & Sound,
The Cure,
Niagra,
Reuben Wilson,
D'Angelo,
Thompson Twins,
The Smoke,
T. Rex,
The Last Poets,
The Trojans,
Deakin,
John Coltrane,
Marshall Jefferson,
Reagan Youth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mars,
Radiopuhelimet,
Quadrant,
Gastr Del Sol,
Anthony Braxton,
Danielle Patucci,
Joensuu 1685,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scratch Acid,
Camberwell Now,
PIL,
The Happenings,
Lakeside,
In Retrospect,
Freddie Wadling,
Ice-T,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Can,
Bronski Beat,
David Bowie,
Erykah Badu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Big Daddy Kane,
Massinfluence,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
R.M.O.,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.