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 Bahamas and from Copenhagen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron 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 sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alice Coltrane,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Names,
The Offenders,
Bob Dylan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joe Smooth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Flag,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rufus Thomas,
The Motions,
Stiv Bators,
Fluxion,
Gang Gang Dance,
Franke,
Eddi Front,
Camouflage,
Eli Mardock,
Wolf Eyes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sun City Girls,
Pole,
David Bowie,
Fela Kuti,
Glenn Branca,
Stereo Dub,
The Gladiators,
Roy Ayers,
The Raincoats,
Skriet,
The Residents,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mark Hollis,
Sound Behaviour,
Magma,
Interpol,
Byron Stingily,
Shuggie Otis,
Prince Buster,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soul II Soul,
Dennis Brown,
Junior Murvin,
AZ,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pagans,
Scan 7,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kas Product,
U.S. Maple,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lindisfarne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Graham Central Station,
Faraquet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Maurizio,
Matthew Bourne,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.