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 Moldova and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Todd Rundgren 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar 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 güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Al Stewart,
Neil Young,
Piero Umiliani,
E-Dancer,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deakin,
Technova,
Sun City Girls,
Intrusion,
FM Einheit,
Faust,
Anakelly,
Pere Ubu,
Interpol,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rapeman,
Depeche Mode,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mission of Burma,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Man Eating Sloth,
Agent Orange,
Dave Gahan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scrapy,
Ossler,
Severed Heads,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Second Layer,
Howard Jones,
The Durutti Column,
Shoche,
June Days,
Moss Icon,
Con Funk Shun,
Toni Rubio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tres Demented,
China Crisis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Talk Talk,
The Seeds,
The Blues Magoos,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scion,
John Foxx,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Parry Music,
Rotary Connection,
Sandy B,
Bill Wells,
Warren Ellis,
The Gladiators,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.