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 Romania and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the rock 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Martian,
Camouflage,
X-102,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Isaac Hayes,
Bang On A Can,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Funkadelic,
The Index,
Pet Shop Boys,
R.M.O.,
Anthony Braxton,
Barbara Tucker,
Delta 5,
Lou Reed,
Main Source,
Quantec,
Fluxion,
Royal Trux,
The Saints,
Duran Duran,
The Evens,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lindisfarne,
Tim Buckley,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Pretty Things,
The Searchers,
Warsaw,
Bauhaus,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Steve Hackett,
Sparks,
Leonard Cohen,
the Slits,
The Monks,
Crime,
Swans,
Stiv Bators,
Joy Division,
Moss Icon,
Minutemen,
James White and The Blacks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Colin Newman,
Alphaville,
Altered Images,
Sex Pistols,
The Electric Prunes,
Eric Copeland,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Bananas,
The Human League,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barrington Levy,
Cheater Slicks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gories,
John Cale,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.