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 Mozambique and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Leonard Cohen to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes 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 organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Tubeway Army,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Holt,
Motorama,
The Real Kids,
Sex Pistols,
The Tremeloes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pussy Galore,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hashim,
LL Cool J,
June of 44,
Cal Tjader,
The Litter,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Red Krayola,
Kool Moe Dee,
Chris & Cosey,
Colin Newman,
Buzzcocks,
Unwound,
The Count Five,
The Alarm Clocks,
Inner City,
Basic Channel,
Lightning Bolt,
F. McDonald,
Anthony Braxton,
Donald Byrd,
China Crisis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ituana,
Toni Rubio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rod Modell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aloha Tigers,
Skriet,
D'Angelo,
Lindisfarne,
Sight & Sound,
The Vogues,
Flash Fearless,
The Electric Prunes,
Pagans,
Echospace,
Neil Young,
John Lydon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gichy Dan,
This Heat,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sällskapet,
Minny Pops,
Silicon Teens,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.