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 Nicaragua and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 David Bowie 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the jazz 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 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 linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Soft Cell,
Roger Hodgson,
Liliput,
David Axelrod,
Thee Headcoats,
Deakin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Donny Hathaway,
the Sonics,
Blake Baxter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fugazi,
JFA,
Sun Ra,
Q and Not U,
This Heat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sound Behaviour,
The Litter,
Bill Wells,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gun Club,
Crooked Eye,
The Wake,
The Fortunes,
Stereo Dub,
Girls At Our Best!,
Anthony Braxton,
Graham Central Station,
Suburban Knight,
8 Eyed Spy,
DJ Sneak,
Pagans,
Loose Ends,
Second Layer,
Buzzcocks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jeff Mills,
Lower 48,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rod Modell,
Basic Channel,
The Sound,
Warsaw,
Moss Icon,
Barbara Tucker,
Tom Boy,
Ponytail,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wasted Youth,
Hardrive,
Bill Near,
Flamin' Groovies,
Minor Threat,
Bang On A Can,
The Pop Group,
June Days,
Procol Harum,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.