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 Mauritania and from Stockholm.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe 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 Yellowson to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba 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 mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Hashim,
David Axelrod,
Franke,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultravox,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Sherman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Blake Baxter,
the Soft Cell,
Bootsy Collins,
Neu!,
Guru Guru,
Cal Tjader,
Pagans,
The Raincoats,
Wire,
Charles Mingus,
kango's stein massive,
Fugazi,
Kaleidoscope,
Stereo Dub,
Bauhaus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barbara Tucker,
New York Dolls,
Jandek,
Accadde A,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mantronix,
Sandy B,
Essential Logic,
New Age Steppers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rekid,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rod Modell,
Animal Collective,
Bobby Womack,
Judy Mowatt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cameo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eddi Front,
Jacques Brel,
Adolescents,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Popol Vuh,
Subhumans,
Michelle Simonal,
Anakelly,
Tubeway Army,
Toni Rubio,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bronski Beat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Max Romeo,
Rosa Yemen,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.