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 Croatia and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the grime 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ 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 mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
One Last Wish,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Red Krayola,
Thompson Twins,
Michelle Simonal,
Radio Birdman,
Nico,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wally Richardson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Y Pants,
Amazonics,
CMW,
Mantronix,
Sun City Girls,
Make Up,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Davy DMX,
Can,
Sister Nancy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
a-ha,
The Buckinghams,
The Busters,
LL Cool J,
Arthur Verocai,
Sixth Finger,
Gang Starr,
Underground Resistance,
Yazoo,
Bobby Sherman,
Delta 5,
David Bowie,
Kaleidoscope,
Zero Boys,
Susan Cadogan,
Junior Murvin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Chrome,
Nirvana,
Infiniti,
The Walker Brothers,
Guru Guru,
Jandek,
Roy Ayers,
the Soft Cell,
K-Klass,
Stereo Dub,
Easy Going,
Heaven 17,
The Litter,
Erasure,
The Fuzztones,
Zapp,
Sparks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Average White Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Reuben Wilson,
Danielle Patucci,
Yellowson,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.