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 Kyrgyzstan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the dance 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Dorothy Ashby,
Can,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Litter,
June Days,
Saccharine Trust,
The Sonics,
Lou Christie,
Little Man,
Man Parrish,
Neu!,
Interpol,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Skaos,
Supertramp,
Mary Jane Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
Juan Atkins,
Barbara Tucker,
The Invisible,
Archie Shepp,
The Misunderstood,
The Victims,
Wolf Eyes,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Moody Blues,
Fatback Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Ituana,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Andrew Hill,
Banda Bassotti,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Arab on Radar,
Monks,
Crime,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Stiv Bators,
Henry Cow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Bananas,
Donny Hathaway,
L. Decosne,
Jacques Brel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Simply Red,
Ossler,
kango's stein massive,
Jesper Dahlback,
cv313,
The Gap Band,
Iggy Pop,
Khruangbin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Blossom Toes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fuzztones,
Kurtis Blow,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.