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 Guatemala and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Banda Bassotti to the jazz 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a mellotron 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 synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
The Golliwogs,
Agitation Free,
The Techniques,
Glenn Branca,
Interpol,
Shoche,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aswad,
Easy Going,
Sister Nancy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Outsiders,
Lou Christie,
Jeff Lynne,
Royal Trux,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roy Ayers,
Chrome,
The Busters,
Piero Umiliani,
Erasure,
The Flesh Eaters,
FM Einheit,
Grauzone,
the Human League,
Sixth Finger,
World's Most,
Todd Rundgren,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mark Hollis,
Erykah Badu,
Ornette Coleman,
Delon & Dalcan,
DJ Style,
Eddi Front,
Robert Hood,
The Seeds,
Dawn Penn,
Symarip,
DJ Sneak,
Bronski Beat,
Excepter,
Groovy Waters,
Massinfluence,
David Axelrod,
Duran Duran,
Dorothy Ashby,
10cc,
Amon Düül II,
The Neon Judgement,
Eric Copeland,
The Gap Band,
Minnie Riperton,
KRS-One,
Rapeman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Icehouse,
Michelle Simonal,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pulsallama,
Ultra Naté,
The Happenings,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.