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 Iran and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Tremeloes 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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer 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 güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Arcadia,
Gastr Del Sol,
Organ,
Godley & Creme,
Matthew Halsall,
Maurizio,
The Durutti Column,
Al Stewart,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Parry Music,
The Grass Roots,
Bronski Beat,
Roger Hodgson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kool Moe Dee,
FM Einheit,
Shuggie Otis,
John Coltrane,
Zapp,
The Saints,
Masters at Work,
Rufus Thomas,
Theoretical Girls,
The Mummies,
The Busters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Motions,
Sight & Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camberwell Now,
Section 25,
Crispy Ambulance,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sex Pistols,
Make Up,
Fugazi,
Simply Red,
Animal Collective,
H. Thieme,
Marcia Griffiths,
Todd Rundgren,
Joensuu 1685,
Average White Band,
The Sonics,
Morten Harket,
Don Cherry,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minny Pops,
The Last Poets,
Kayak,
Smog,
Curtis Mayfield,
Amazonics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bluetip,
Piero Umiliani,
The Alarm Clocks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Q65,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tomorrow,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.