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 Syria and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the snare 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 Bad Manners to the rap 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a harpsichord 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 marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Desert Stars,
Minutemen,
Funky Four + One,
Dave Gahan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eden Ahbez,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Depeche Mode,
Adolescents,
Skriet,
Soul II Soul,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sight & Sound,
Ludus,
Blake Baxter,
David Axelrod,
X-Ray Spex,
The Offenders,
Nik Kershaw,
The Blues Magoos,
Buzzcocks,
Organ,
The Motions,
Freddie Wadling,
The Mojo Men,
Livin' Joy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Yazoo,
The Grass Roots,
Don Cherry,
Tres Demented,
Thee Headcoats,
Au Pairs,
The Fall,
Gong,
The Fuzztones,
Surgeon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Franke,
Judy Mowatt,
The Birthday Party,
Barry Ungar,
Peter and Kerry,
the Association,
Yaz,
Eric Dolphy,
John Holt,
Graham Central Station,
Animal Collective,
B.T. Express,
Easy Going,
Alphaville,
David Bowie,
T.S.O.L.,
Sandy B,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Boogie Down Productions,
A Certain Ratio,
Jeff Lynne,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.