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 Paraguay and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe 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 clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Todd Rundgren,
Graham Central Station,
ABBA,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mr. Review,
Delta 5,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Masters at Work,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Popol Vuh,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Mummies,
Isaac Hayes,
Kurtis Blow,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Sherman,
One Last Wish,
Gong,
The Offenders,
Fluxion,
Joe Smooth,
Hoover,
Althea and Donna,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pagans,
The Monochrome Set,
Iggy Pop,
James White and The Blacks,
Porter Ricks,
Nico,
The Zeros,
Gil Scott Heron,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Normal,
Country Teasers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rapeman,
Radiohead,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lower 48,
T. Rex,
Magma,
In Retrospect,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bob Dylan,
Circle Jerks,
Minny Pops,
Susan Cadogan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlback,
Saccharine Trust,
Sun Ra,
June Days,
Todd Terry,
X-102,
Talk Talk,
This Heat,
The Searchers,
Scan 7,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.