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 Liberia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Agitation Free to the grunge 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Robert Hood,
Funkadelic,
Whodini,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Can,
Public Enemy,
China Crisis,
Gong,
One Last Wish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ossler,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Blackbyrds,
Smog,
D'Angelo,
The Selecter,
Don Cherry,
New Order,
Pylon,
Minor Threat,
Soft Machine,
Joey Negro,
Charles Mingus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lyres,
Trumans Water,
Amon Düül II,
Mantronix,
Cymande,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Lydon,
X-102,
Nik Kershaw,
Scott Walker,
Con Funk Shun,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
kango's stein massive,
Pere Ubu,
Rod Modell,
Hashim,
Buzzcocks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sun City Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Amazonics,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gladiators,
Aswad,
Laurel Aitken,
Motorama,
Scientists,
Ken Boothe,
Niagra,
Dead Boys,
Metal Thangz,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.