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 Japan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gichy Dan to the rock 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Mummies,
a-ha,
Sight & Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
cv313,
The Dead C,
Bobby Byrd,
Dave Gahan,
Sandy B,
Sex Pistols,
Rosa Yemen,
Peter & Gordon,
The Slits,
Tomorrow,
Lalann,
Jawbox,
The Move,
The Durutti Column,
Main Source,
Delta 5,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Popol Vuh,
The Index,
La Düsseldorf,
Ossler,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Remains,
Q65,
Gong,
New Age Steppers,
Alison Limerick,
Erykah Badu,
The Birthday Party,
Mars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Barrington Levy,
the Sonics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DNA,
The Count Five,
Grandmaster Flash,
Davy DMX,
The Real Kids,
Cal Tjader,
Anakelly,
Echospace,
Lower 48,
Supertramp,
Livin' Joy,
The Techniques,
FM Einheit,
Derrick Morgan,
Newcleus,
Harpers Bizarre,
Leonard Cohen,
Franke,
Subhumans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Moby Grape,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.