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 Tanzania and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
the Normal,
Marshall Jefferson,
Danielle Patucci,
a-ha,
the Human League,
The Raincoats,
T.S.O.L.,
Junior Murvin,
Saccharine Trust,
Au Pairs,
The Alarm Clocks,
ABC,
X-101,
Tom Boy,
The Victims,
Tubeway Army,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nik Kershaw,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pantaleimon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Brass Construction,
Juan Atkins,
Unwound,
David Axelrod,
The Black Dice,
Johnny Osbourne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Intrusion,
Roxy Music,
Magazine,
Stockholm Monsters,
Harry Pussy,
Connie Case,
Theoretical Girls,
Jeff Mills,
Nico,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Sonics,
Bill Wells,
Scratch Acid,
Gang Starr,
Pere Ubu,
Matthew Bourne,
Mission of Burma,
Tommy Roe,
Television Personalities,
Moss Icon,
48th St. Collective,
Alphaville,
Lower 48,
The Saints,
Supertramp,
Erykah Badu,
The Angels of Light,
Goldenarms,
Wally Richardson,
The Modern Lovers,
Suburban Knight,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Happenings,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.