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 Syria and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 Alison Limerick to the jazz 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer 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 harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Surgeon,
X-102,
Peter and Kerry,
Stockholm Monsters,
Radio Birdman,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rakim,
Qualms,
Symarip,
The Divine Comedy,
The Pretty Things,
The Dead C,
Sex Pistols,
These Immortal Souls,
Bush Tetras,
Slick Rick,
The Fugs,
The Music Machine,
The Young Rascals,
Absolute Body Control,
Eden Ahbez,
Connie Case,
Janne Schatter,
Massinfluence,
Cameo,
FM Einheit,
The Associates,
The Gories,
Deepchord,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Malaria!,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Schoolly D,
The Gap Band,
E-Dancer,
Minutemen,
Jacques Brel,
Lou Christie,
The Human League,
Kaleidoscope,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Happenings,
Sam Rivers,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Offenders,
Cymande,
The Sound,
Max Romeo,
Swans,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Sherman,
Kerri Chandler,
Soft Cell,
In Retrospect,
Sparks,
Black Bananas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.