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 Samoa and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Icehouse to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum 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 clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Scott Walker,
Marc Almond,
The Buckinghams,
Howard Jones,
The Motions,
Lucky Dragons,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Talk Talk,
Roxy Music,
Dennis Brown,
Godley & Creme,
Yazoo,
Nirvana,
The Velvet Underground,
The Tremeloes,
John Coltrane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Mummies,
Outsiders,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bush Tetras,
Interpol,
Thee Headcoats,
Adolescents,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pulsallama,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Trojans,
Technova,
Shuggie Otis,
The Slits,
Lou Christie,
The Litter,
Cluster,
Excepter,
Max Romeo,
Rekid,
Blake Baxter,
Television Personalities,
Harmonia,
Animal Collective,
Sugar Minott,
Lakeside,
Chris & Cosey,
Sparks,
Liliput,
Joey Negro,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Raincoats,
Suicide,
The Monochrome Set,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sarah Menescal,
MC5,
Reagan Youth,
The Moody Blues,
Porter Ricks,
EPMD,
Junior Murvin,
Funkadelic,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.