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 Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Real Kids to the techno 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Sun Ra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Buzzcocks,
Roxette,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Eve St. Jones,
Flamin' Groovies,
Circle Jerks,
Tres Demented,
X-Ray Spex,
Joensuu 1685,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
10cc,
Neil Young,
48th St. Collective,
Lakeside,
Letta Mbulu,
Easy Going,
Soulsonic Force,
David Axelrod,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Y Pants,
Kaleidoscope,
U.S. Maple,
The Count Five,
Jimmy McGriff,
CMW,
Danielle Patucci,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Avey Tare,
Nick Fraelich,
Sällskapet,
kango's stein massive,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rotary Connection,
The Pretty Things,
James White and The Blacks,
JFA,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deakin,
Colin Newman,
The Walker Brothers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Spandau Ballet,
The Monks,
a-ha,
Masters at Work,
Procol Harum,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Coltrane,
Reuben Wilson,
Man Parrish,
Tears for Fears,
Lalann,
Ten City,
Crash Course in Science,
The Shadows of Knight,
Urselle,
The Gun Club,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.