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 Seychelles and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Godley & Creme to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin 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 organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Groovy Waters,
Echospace,
Gang Green,
Alton Ellis,
Tears for Fears,
Nik Kershaw,
Deepchord,
Theoretical Girls,
Rapeman,
Skriet,
Lucky Dragons,
Unwound,
Goldenarms,
Brick,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lungfish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Music Machine,
Kayak,
the Normal,
The Moleskins,
48th St. Collective,
Popol Vuh,
Jeff Mills,
Porter Ricks,
Pagans,
Robert Wyatt,
Neu!,
The Raincoats,
Joensuu 1685,
Franke,
June Days,
The Gap Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Darondo,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
David Bowie,
Pere Ubu,
Scan 7,
Scientists,
Colin Newman,
World's Most,
The Skatalites,
Eyeless In Gaza,
These Immortal Souls,
The Happenings,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nico,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Neon Judgement,
10cc,
Sandy B,
The Five Americans,
The Divine Comedy,
Adolescents,
Mark Hollis,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.