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 Kazakhstan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Erykah Badu to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Average White Band,
Robert Görl,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Pop Group,
Skriet,
Wire,
Ohio Players,
Steve Hackett,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Trojans,
Fad Gadget,
Organ,
Eddi Front,
Second Layer,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Amon Düül,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Soft Cell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Inner City,
Index,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Christie,
Judy Mowatt,
Arcadia,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kool Moe Dee,
Blancmange,
the Human League,
Massinfluence,
The Fortunes,
Saccharine Trust,
Terrestrial Tones,
Todd Rundgren,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Association,
Soft Cell,
Godley & Creme,
Can,
Depeche Mode,
The Fuzztones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jeff Lynne,
Anakelly,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mission of Burma,
World's Most,
Scientists,
Alphaville,
H. Thieme,
Aswad,
Boredoms,
This Heat,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Music Machine,
Stetsasonic,
MC5,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.