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 Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin 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 Thompson Twins 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eddi Front record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Rhythm & Sound,
Metal Thangz,
Robert Görl,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bob Dylan,
The Moody Blues,
Young Marble Giants,
Mark Hollis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kayak,
Quadrant,
Television Personalities,
New Age Steppers,
Dennis Brown,
Cybotron,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joey Negro,
Camouflage,
Stetsasonic,
The Fuzztones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fall,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mad Mike,
Fela Kuti,
The Cowsills,
Ultravox,
Soul II Soul,
Drexciya,
CMW,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Motions,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
H. Thieme,
Niagra,
Matthew Halsall,
The Selecter,
David McCallum,
Gang Green,
Jeff Mills,
Connie Case,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mantronix,
Davy DMX,
Bill Near,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scion,
Oneida,
Kenny Larkin,
Lightning Bolt,
The Kinks,
Whodini,
Isaac Hayes,
DJ Style,
Mo-Dettes,
E-Dancer,
Heaven 17,
Motorama,
The Evens,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.