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 Ghana and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes 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 Althea and Donna to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar 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 theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The United States of America,
Scott Walker,
Q and Not U,
Monks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eden Ahbez,
The Grass Roots,
Intrusion,
Saccharine Trust,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mission of Burma,
Bronski Beat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Negative Approach,
Blake Baxter,
Roxy Music,
This Heat,
Funky Four + One,
Unwound,
Boredoms,
Skaos,
Television,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Loose Ends,
Sun City Girls,
Ossler,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Desert Stars,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rites of Spring,
Crooked Eye,
B.T. Express,
Janne Schatter,
Essential Logic,
Soft Machine,
Brand Nubian,
Visage,
Camouflage,
Gil Scott Heron,
Funkadelic,
Tubeway Army,
Curtis Mayfield,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cowsills,
The Doobie Brothers,
Schoolly D,
Lyres,
Warsaw,
The Seeds,
The Red Krayola,
John Lydon,
the Association,
David McCallum,
Marc Almond,
Sam Rivers,
Inner City,
Second Layer,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
KRS-One,
Frankie Knuckles,
June Days,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.