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 Denmark and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 D'Angelo to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and an organ 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 spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Q and Not U,
Can,
Wire,
Bauhaus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Knickerbockers,
Mr. Review,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Parry Music,
Khruangbin,
Lee Hazlewood,
L. Decosne,
Sällskapet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eric Dolphy,
Marmalade,
Scott Walker,
Desert Stars,
Subhumans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Vainqueur,
Jerry's Kids,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Hutcherson,
OOIOO,
Dawn Penn,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dennis Brown,
Sex Pistols,
kango's stein massive,
Tropical Tobacco,
Anakelly,
Jawbox,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Erasure,
the Fania All-Stars,
Terry Callier,
The Names,
Avey Tare,
Index,
Leonard Cohen,
Althea and Donna,
Supertramp,
Von Mondo,
Scrapy,
Donald Byrd,
Judy Mowatt,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Slackers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Spandau Ballet,
The Searchers,
Eden Ahbez,
Ituana,
Alton Ellis,
Maleditus Sound,
X-102,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.