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 Montenegro and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lou Reed 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet 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 guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
CMW,
The American Breed,
Lou Christie,
Groovy Waters,
The Fuzztones,
Donald Byrd,
Pylon,
DJ Sneak,
Heaven 17,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Royal Trux,
Sight & Sound,
Tres Demented,
Reagan Youth,
kango's stein massive,
Banda Bassotti,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joey Negro,
Television Personalities,
The Velvet Underground,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Minutemen,
Laurel Aitken,
The Tremeloes,
Spandau Ballet,
Rufus Thomas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ten City,
Reuben Wilson,
Brothers Johnson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marc Almond,
Sarah Menescal,
Porter Ricks,
Public Enemy,
Hardrive,
The Blues Magoos,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ken Boothe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Five Americans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
10cc,
Intrusion,
Rekid,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scan 7,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bush Tetras,
the Slits,
The Skatalites,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Flag,
Soft Cell,
Ronnie Foster,
Lakeside,
Sexual Harrassment,
Henry Cow,
James White and The Blacks,
One Last Wish,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.