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 Haiti and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin 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 Fluxion to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Joyce Sims,
Pere Ubu,
Deadbeat,
The Remains,
Das Ding,
The Gories,
Agent Orange,
Jeff Mills,
Avey Tare,
Hardrive,
The Fortunes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Loose Ends,
Depeche Mode,
Iggy Pop,
Mo-Dettes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Arab on Radar,
H. Thieme,
Cybotron,
Heaven 17,
Qualms,
Crash Course in Science,
Skaos,
David McCallum,
Don Cherry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Moleskins,
Althea and Donna,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lungfish,
The Techniques,
Ralphi Rosario,
Swans,
Gang Green,
JFA,
Wally Richardson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Doors,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Womack,
The Walker Brothers,
D'Angelo,
Motorama,
Kaleidoscope,
The Misunderstood,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gladiators,
La Düsseldorf,
Roxette,
Chrome,
Hot Snakes,
Severed Heads,
Wolf Eyes,
10cc,
Icehouse,
Anthony Braxton,
MDC,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.