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 Bolivia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb 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 AZ to the punk 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Thompson Twins,
the Soft Cell,
The Doobie Brothers,
Essential Logic,
John Foxx,
Agitation Free,
Fela Kuti,
Moebius,
Bauhaus,
Pere Ubu,
New Order,
Main Source,
Black Flag,
Drive Like Jehu,
Das Ding,
Duran Duran,
Underground Resistance,
Mark Hollis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Martian,
The Invisible,
Scratch Acid,
Jeff Mills,
The Skatalites,
Zero Boys,
Procol Harum,
The Toasters,
The Standells,
Monks,
Visage,
The Pretty Things,
The Music Machine,
Saccharine Trust,
Joe Finger,
Pantytec,
the Association,
X-102,
Roxette,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Robert Görl,
Steve Hackett,
Tropical Tobacco,
MC5,
The Happenings,
Stiv Bators,
Siglo XX,
Cluster,
Franke,
Technova,
Michelle Simonal,
ABC,
Skarface,
Marcia Griffiths,
Archie Shepp,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Country Teasers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.