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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Tremeloes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar 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 harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Bobby Sherman,
Rufus Thomas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Erasure,
John Foxx,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Von Mondo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Smiths,
Blake Baxter,
Sexual Harrassment,
MDC,
Babytalk,
Electric Prunes,
David Bowie,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Radiohead,
Jerry Gold Smith,
This Heat,
Fluxion,
Monks,
Pere Ubu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultra Naté,
The Smoke,
Arthur Verocai,
kango's stein massive,
Radio Birdman,
EPMD,
James White and The Blacks,
Slick Rick,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Juan Atkins,
Bob Dylan,
Rod Modell,
Johnny Clarke,
Infiniti,
E-Dancer,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Albert Ayler,
D'Angelo,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Victims,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lungfish,
The Flesh Eaters,
Clear Light,
Jeff Lynne,
Tomorrow,
Gang Green,
Underground Resistance,
Roxy Music,
KRS-One,
CMW,
Theoretical Girls,
World's Most,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.