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 Malta and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Albert Ayler to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and an oboe 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 güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Howard Jones,
Urselle,
Von Mondo,
DJ Sneak,
Mary Jane Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Seeds,
Scientists,
Tears for Fears,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Symarip,
Drexciya,
The Count Five,
The Pretty Things,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hot Snakes,
Unwound,
Kevin Saunderson,
Piero Umiliani,
Patti Smith,
Icehouse,
The Stooges,
Buzzcocks,
Iggy Pop,
Sexual Harrassment,
MC5,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Infiniti,
Black Moon,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Techniques,
Donny Hathaway,
Sound Behaviour,
ABBA,
Essential Logic,
China Crisis,
Monks,
The Mojo Men,
Ituana,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Barrington Levy,
DNA,
Massinfluence,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Move,
Echospace,
Curtis Mayfield,
Reuben Wilson,
The Tremeloes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Litter,
Erykah Badu,
Sam Rivers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Bananas,
Delta 5,
Lucky Dragons,
Scratch Acid,
Tres Demented,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.