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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator 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 güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Sonic Youth,
Funky Four + One,
Minutemen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bootsy Collins,
The Sound,
The Motions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Porter Ricks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Martian,
Sister Nancy,
Babytalk,
The Leaves,
Grauzone,
Minny Pops,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Coltrane,
Blake Baxter,
Jacob Miller,
Royal Trux,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Velvet Underground,
The Barracudas,
Darondo,
Aural Exciters,
Scion,
Oblivians,
Oneida,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Johnny Osbourne,
June Days,
Monolake,
Freddie Wadling,
Crash Course in Science,
Ornette Coleman,
The Tremeloes,
The Zeros,
The Searchers,
The Dead C,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eurythmics,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Slits,
L. Decosne,
Sandy B,
Al Stewart,
Loose Ends,
Mars,
Tom Boy,
The Real Kids,
Faraquet,
Scott Walker,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wasted Youth,
Jacques Brel,
Janne Schatter,
The Neon Judgement,
Guru Guru,
Television,
Theoretical Girls,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.