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 Romania and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Grauzone to the punk 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Vladislav Delay,
Theoretical Girls,
R.M.O.,
Lucky Dragons,
Sarah Menescal,
The Golliwogs,
Marine Girls,
Bad Manners,
Sun City Girls,
Tubeway Army,
Second Layer,
Anakelly,
Matthew Halsall,
Jerry's Kids,
Japan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
D'Angelo,
Black Flag,
Terry Callier,
Soulsonic Force,
The Vogues,
Flash Fearless,
Ludus,
Smog,
Scion,
Ohio Players,
Intrusion,
Q65,
Minny Pops,
Visage,
Max Romeo,
Tears for Fears,
Skriet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Count Five,
Judy Mowatt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
KRS-One,
kango's stein massive,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Reed,
The Buckinghams,
Nico,
Drive Like Jehu,
Franke,
Slick Rick,
Todd Terry,
Mr. Review,
Alton Ellis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nation of Ulysses,
H. Thieme,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Monolake,
Crooked Eye,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stetsasonic,
Bizarre Inc.,
Whodini,
CMW,
The Birthday Party,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.