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 Latvia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Groovy Waters to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Bluetip,
Rosa Yemen,
Lower 48,
Chrome,
Matthew Bourne,
Crash Course in Science,
Alice Coltrane,
the Sonics,
Lightning Bolt,
Bush Tetras,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jacques Brel,
Grey Daturas,
Scion,
Sun City Girls,
The Kinks,
Eddi Front,
Warren Ellis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Leonard Cohen,
cv313,
Thee Headcoats,
Laurel Aitken,
Urselle,
Suburban Knight,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jimmy McGriff,
Audionom,
New Age Steppers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hoover,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Harry Pussy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Moody Blues,
Barbara Tucker,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Babytalk,
The Durutti Column,
Gastr Del Sol,
The United States of America,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Velvet Underground,
L. Decosne,
the Soft Cell,
Agitation Free,
Mantronix,
Panda Bear,
Throbbing Gristle,
JFA,
Pere Ubu,
Davy DMX,
FM Einheit,
Lucky Dragons,
The Barracudas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Vainqueur,
Delta 5,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.