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 Costa Rica and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 John Foxx to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fela Kuti,
Bill Near,
Nik Kershaw,
The Modern Lovers,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Saints,
Qualms,
Lou Reed,
Porter Ricks,
Eve St. Jones,
Fear,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Human League,
Sun Ra,
Negative Approach,
ABC,
The Real Kids,
Q and Not U,
Cybotron,
Reuben Wilson,
Letta Mbulu,
Piero Umiliani,
Wolf Eyes,
The Dirtbombs,
UT,
La Düsseldorf,
B.T. Express,
Youth Brigade,
Accadde A,
Hardrive,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Masters at Work,
Morten Harket,
Rufus Thomas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deadbeat,
Flipper,
Boredoms,
X-101,
Metal Thangz,
Derrick May,
Albert Ayler,
Gabor Szabo,
Pierre Henry,
The Divine Comedy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Kinks,
Spandau Ballet,
Eddi Front,
Interpol,
kango's stein massive,
Mad Mike,
Model 500,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roger Hodgson,
Rod Modell,
The Grass Roots,
Panda Bear,
Kas Product,
Shoche,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.