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 Indonesia and from London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin 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 Aural Exciters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Al Stewart,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ken Boothe,
Qualms,
Danielle Patucci,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Little Man,
D'Angelo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Moody Blues,
Joyce Sims,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
cv313,
New York Dolls,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Searchers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Monks,
H. Thieme,
Country Teasers,
Michelle Simonal,
Franke,
New Age Steppers,
Zero Boys,
Mad Mike,
The Techniques,
Public Image Ltd.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Faraquet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mary Jane Girls,
Q and Not U,
Hasil Adkins,
Gong,
Fear,
Man Eating Sloth,
The United States of America,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Coltrane,
Loose Ends,
Fela Kuti,
Technova,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Womack,
Alton Ellis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Peter and Kerry,
Joe Smooth,
The Human League,
Neil Young,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tears for Fears,
Sex Pistols,
Hashim,
The Slackers,
Depeche Mode,
The American Breed,
MC5,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.