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 Ecuador and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum 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 Mo-Dettes to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak 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?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Alphaville,
Jeff Mills,
Mandrill,
Fela Kuti,
Bauhaus,
John Coltrane,
Gerry Rafferty,
Blake Baxter,
La Düsseldorf,
Althea and Donna,
Kaleidoscope,
Yaz,
The Raincoats,
Black Flag,
Rod Modell,
Brothers Johnson,
Grauzone,
Simply Red,
Lakeside,
Faust,
Amazonics,
Lucky Dragons,
Zero Boys,
Whodini,
X-102,
Animal Collective,
Groovy Waters,
Lungfish,
Guru Guru,
John Foxx,
Kenny Larkin,
The New Christs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
LL Cool J,
ABBA,
Minutemen,
Eurythmics,
Pere Ubu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Delta 5,
Eden Ahbez,
Young Marble Giants,
Patti Smith,
The Searchers,
Lalann,
Gang Starr,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Vogues,
Graham Central Station,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Qualms,
Swell Maps,
Jacques Brel,
48th St. Collective,
The Toasters,
Hardrive,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Saints,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mad Mike,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.