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 Malaysia and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Human League to the grunge 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Metal Thangz,
The Human League,
The Residents,
Soft Cell,
Fat Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ronan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Desert Stars,
Cybotron,
The Neon Judgement,
Fear,
Monks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rufus Thomas,
Barbara Tucker,
Nas,
Al Stewart,
Jerry's Kids,
UT,
Ponytail,
Bill Near,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Erykah Badu,
Matthew Halsall,
Con Funk Shun,
Soft Machine,
Pharoah Sanders,
David Bowie,
Kas Product,
The Misunderstood,
Don Cherry,
The New Christs,
One Last Wish,
Au Pairs,
The Smoke,
Cluster,
Glambeats Corp.,
Skarface,
Graham Central Station,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ituana,
Anthony Braxton,
Todd Terry,
Pere Ubu,
MC5,
Drexciya,
F. McDonald,
Dawn Penn,
The Last Poets,
Marmalade,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hardrive,
Y Pants,
Electric Prunes,
Qualms,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Foxx,
The Fugs,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.