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 Jamaica and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Saccharine Trust to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Frankie Knuckles,
Shoche,
Slick Rick,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang Green,
Loose Ends,
Grey Daturas,
Zero Boys,
Warsaw,
Altered Images,
Ken Boothe,
China Crisis,
Roger Hodgson,
Bluetip,
Nik Kershaw,
Alphaville,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brass Construction,
John Cale,
Brothers Johnson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Heaven 17,
10cc,
Circle Jerks,
Symarip,
Deadbeat,
Tears for Fears,
Excepter,
Brand Nubian,
Von Mondo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eden Ahbez,
Maleditus Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
Robert Görl,
The Residents,
Iggy Pop,
Pussy Galore,
Eric B and Rakim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fear,
Au Pairs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Kinks,
cv313,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marmalade,
Half Japanese,
Nirvana,
Dead Boys,
Outsiders,
Eve St. Jones,
Fela Kuti,
The Doobie Brothers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Donald Byrd,
Morten Harket,
The Selecter,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.