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 Tuvalu and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
The Gories,
Robert Görl,
Tears for Fears,
The Mummies,
Warsaw,
Yaz,
Grey Daturas,
Eric Copeland,
Ultra Naté,
The Martian,
Porter Ricks,
Eve St. Jones,
Eric Dolphy,
Crime,
Charles Mingus,
Spandau Ballet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scientists,
Jerry's Kids,
Sex Pistols,
The Smiths,
The Monochrome Set,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Motorama,
The Offenders,
The Monks,
UT,
The Blues Magoos,
John Foxx,
Symarip,
Malaria!,
Interpol,
Janne Schatter,
The Litter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Supertramp,
Derrick Morgan,
Technova,
Howard Jones,
The Moody Blues,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cramps,
Lakeside,
Man Eating Sloth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Steve Hackett,
cv313,
Inner City,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fortunes,
The Golliwogs,
Spoonie Gee,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Young Marble Giants,
Metal Thangz,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Evens,
Little Man,
Simply Red,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.