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 Benin and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Dave Clark Five to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro 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 arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Slackers,
Kayak,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
David McCallum,
Skaos,
Procol Harum,
Chrome,
Jacob Miller,
Interpol,
Public Enemy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rakim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Alarm Clocks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Colin Newman,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Modern Lovers,
Fear,
Byron Stingily,
The Invisible,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Wake,
Shuggie Otis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joy Division,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Standells,
Marvin Gaye,
Deepchord,
the Human League,
Model 500,
Charles Mingus,
Au Pairs,
The Mummies,
Television Personalities,
Ultravox,
Carl Craig,
Jesper Dahlback,
Anakelly,
Brick,
The Fuzztones,
The Monochrome Set,
Barrington Levy,
Neil Young,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brass Construction,
Shoche,
Cal Tjader,
Groovy Waters,
Crooked Eye,
Sun Ra,
Sexual Harrassment,
D'Angelo,
The Gories,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.