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 Oman and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Masters at Work to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare 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 linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Outsiders,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brick,
Neu!,
Spandau Ballet,
Cameo,
Jandek,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang of Four,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Monochrome Set,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Amazonics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rakim,
Moss Icon,
Isaac Hayes,
Brand Nubian,
Arcadia,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alphaville,
Country Teasers,
Procol Harum,
Maurizio,
The Slackers,
Connie Case,
Q and Not U,
Desert Stars,
Scientists,
Bootsy Collins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wally Richardson,
Dual Sessions,
Pylon,
Stiv Bators,
Mad Mike,
Mandrill,
Nirvana,
Eve St. Jones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fall,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barbara Tucker,
Quantec,
Howard Jones,
Roxette,
Buzzcocks,
Gong,
Moebius,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Peter & Gordon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marvin Gaye,
Man Eating Sloth,
Peter and Kerry,
Kenny Larkin,
Yellowson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.