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 San Marino and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sällskapet to the crunk 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb 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 oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Bar-Kays,
T.S.O.L.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Monolake,
F. McDonald,
The Leaves,
Cameo,
Suicide,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pierre Henry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Accadde A,
The Smiths,
The Moleskins,
The Barracudas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Flag,
Glambeats Corp.,
DJ Sneak,
John Lydon,
KRS-One,
Eric B and Rakim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sun Ra,
Delon & Dalcan,
Thee Headcoats,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Carl Craig,
The American Breed,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
DJ Style,
Outsiders,
The Mummies,
The Moody Blues,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mark Hollis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Neu!,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joe Smooth,
Subhumans,
Marine Girls,
Josef K,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Five Americans,
Rosa Yemen,
The Red Krayola,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Visage,
The Pretty Things,
Aural Exciters,
Laurel Aitken,
Quando Quango,
Cecil Taylor,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Motorama,
Agent Orange,
The Move,
Sandy B,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.