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 Denmark and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a güiro 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 spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Slick Rick,
Qualms,
Matthew Halsall,
The Moleskins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fat Boys,
Black Pus,
Cheater Slicks,
The United States of America,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Angry Samoans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fluxion,
Joe Smooth,
Sexual Harrassment,
In Retrospect,
Mantronix,
The Evens,
the Normal,
Bobby Sherman,
Swell Maps,
The Dead C,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jacques Brel,
Grey Daturas,
Bronski Beat,
Parry Music,
Gang Green,
Faraquet,
Grandmaster Flash,
New York Dolls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Morten Harket,
JFA,
Von Mondo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pere Ubu,
Yellowson,
Grauzone,
The Saints,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Oneida,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
H. Thieme,
The Stooges,
Jandek,
Lindisfarne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Faust,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soul II Soul,
The Busters,
John Foxx,
Buzzcocks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Misunderstood,
Colin Newman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
June Days,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.