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 Nicaragua and from Delhi.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Jeff Lynne to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum 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 a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Interpol,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Names,
The Evens,
Nas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cybotron,
The Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marvin Gaye,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scrapy,
Donny Hathaway,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Skatalites,
Lalo Schifrin,
Magma,
Sun City Girls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Associates,
The Kinks,
Little Man,
Warsaw,
Unwound,
Pulsallama,
Gil Scott Heron,
Harry Pussy,
Loose Ends,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lower 48,
Joy Division,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tommy Roe,
KRS-One,
Guru Guru,
A Certain Ratio,
The Litter,
Carl Craig,
the Germs,
Andrew Hill,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Sherman,
Funkadelic,
UT,
The Real Kids,
Minny Pops,
Boredoms,
Alton Ellis,
Fat Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wings,
Shoche,
Mo-Dettes,
The Dirtbombs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barbara Tucker,
The Index,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.