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 Kenya and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Tres Demented to the rock 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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba 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 oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Dark Day,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Severed Heads,
Roger Hodgson,
Grey Daturas,
Stetsasonic,
Judy Mowatt,
Wolf Eyes,
K-Klass,
Agitation Free,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Alice Coltrane,
Robert Görl,
Circle Jerks,
Das Ding,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sandy B,
The Velvet Underground,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Archie Shepp,
Silicon Teens,
Ken Boothe,
The Dirtbombs,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Lydon,
Yellowson,
Banda Bassotti,
Masters at Work,
New Age Steppers,
The Pop Group,
Radio Birdman,
Eric Dolphy,
Jerry's Kids,
Yusef Lateef,
Los Fastidios,
Magma,
Television,
the Slits,
Alphaville,
Deadbeat,
Can,
Sarah Menescal,
Moebius,
The Fire Engines,
Marcia Griffiths,
Loose Ends,
Suburban Knight,
The Gories,
Faust,
Black Pus,
Stereo Dub,
The Litter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Moleskins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Anthony Braxton,
Echospace,
Maleditus Sound,
Radiohead,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.