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 Ireland and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Scratch Acid to the electroclash 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a rhodes 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 sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Mark Hollis,
Clear Light,
Cameo,
Nik Kershaw,
X-Ray Spex,
Mandrill,
Wolf Eyes,
Motorama,
The Offenders,
FM Einheit,
Main Source,
Agent Orange,
Swell Maps,
The Golliwogs,
Peter & Gordon,
Easy Going,
Accadde A,
H. Thieme,
Shuggie Otis,
Bootsy Collins,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Knickerbockers,
Pagans,
Minor Threat,
Moby Grape,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Move,
Organ,
Quadrant,
Tom Boy,
Cluster,
Dark Day,
Peter and Kerry,
Marine Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
Schoolly D,
Angry Samoans,
Hoover,
Crash Course in Science,
Bluetip,
Harmonia,
Aswad,
Porter Ricks,
Susan Cadogan,
The Angels of Light,
The Doobie Brothers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Thompson Twins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barbara Tucker,
Kas Product,
Zapp,
Theoretical Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gories,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.