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 Saudi Arabia and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ 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 Altered Images to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rod Modell,
Ornette Coleman,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sparks,
Magma,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Blackbyrds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Carl Craig,
A Certain Ratio,
The Happenings,
The J.B.'s,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Wake,
Newcleus,
Mad Mike,
Animal Collective,
Joy Division,
Eurythmics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kerri Chandler,
Scion,
Ice-T,
Judy Mowatt,
Warren Ellis,
The Durutti Column,
Rites of Spring,
Henry Cow,
The Pretty Things,
Organ,
Infiniti,
Leonard Cohen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Youth Brigade,
CMW,
Barry Ungar,
Cal Tjader,
Country Teasers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Neil Young,
Ronan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kerrie Biddell,
Vainqueur,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cybotron,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Sherman,
Blossom Toes,
Stetsasonic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bronski Beat,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Bananas,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.