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 Maldives and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Desert Stars to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth 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 grunge 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord 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 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
kango's stein massive,
Fat Boys,
Surgeon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eddi Front,
Bang On A Can,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rod Modell,
Guru Guru,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lower 48,
T. Rex,
Skaos,
Maurizio,
Bob Dylan,
Cymande,
The American Breed,
Marc Almond,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Electric Prunes,
The Last Poets,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Popol Vuh,
Sixth Finger,
The Smoke,
Yazoo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Steve Hackett,
Thompson Twins,
cv313,
Pere Ubu,
Don Cherry,
Quadrant,
Jawbox,
Harry Pussy,
Minnie Riperton,
The Barracudas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Blancmange,
Clear Light,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
L. Decosne,
The Mojo Men,
H. Thieme,
Cluster,
The Evens,
Todd Terry,
Scrapy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Bananas,
Freddie Wadling,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brothers Johnson,
Lakeside,
Dennis Brown,
The Young Rascals,
Derrick Morgan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.