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 Moldova and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Organ to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin 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 theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Lucky Dragons,
Gichy Dan,
Dark Day,
Moby Grape,
Moebius,
Graham Central Station,
John Cale,
Wings,
These Immortal Souls,
Nirvana,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bauhaus,
Crash Course in Science,
Derrick Morgan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Public Enemy,
Pagans,
The Skatalites,
Thompson Twins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Radio Birdman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Blake Baxter,
Malaria!,
Chrome,
Wally Richardson,
The Martian,
Marmalade,
Tommy Roe,
Masters at Work,
Fela Kuti,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Porter Ricks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dawn Penn,
Monks,
the Normal,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Trumans Water,
Oneida,
Duran Duran,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kenny Larkin,
Joyce Sims,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sister Nancy,
The Slits,
Ornette Coleman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Theoretical Girls,
The Slackers,
New Age Steppers,
Eric Copeland,
Ralphi Rosario,
Easy Going,
Loose Ends,
Los Fastidios,
Althea and Donna,
Urselle,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.