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 Madagascar and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jeff Lynne to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
H. Thieme,
Dawn Penn,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Harry Pussy,
Circle Jerks,
Deakin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Carl Craig,
Radiopuhelimet,
Au Pairs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Shoche,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
June Days,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Slackers,
New Age Steppers,
Y Pants,
The Vogues,
Slave,
Albert Ayler,
The American Breed,
Colin Newman,
Tim Buckley,
Brass Construction,
Trumans Water,
Todd Terry,
Loose Ends,
Blancmange,
The Offenders,
Kevin Saunderson,
Underground Resistance,
The Neon Judgement,
The Dead C,
Matthew Halsall,
Masters at Work,
Supertramp,
Sun Ra,
Monolake,
R.M.O.,
Vainqueur,
Swans,
Rotary Connection,
Monks,
The Smoke,
Section 25,
Joensuu 1685,
Cabaret Voltaire,
David McCallum,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jawbox,
Black Pus,
Soft Machine,
Spandau Ballet,
Brick,
Faust,
The Count Five,
MDC,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.