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 Cape Verde and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Brass Construction to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe 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 linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Anakelly,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Harry Pussy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The New Christs,
Warsaw,
Arab on Radar,
Gang Green,
David Axelrod,
Ituana,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Swans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Henry Cow,
Cameo,
Roger Hodgson,
New Order,
Curtis Mayfield,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sandy B,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Pop Group,
Warren Ellis,
X-Ray Spex,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pussy Galore,
Suicide,
The Saints,
The Invisible,
Kurtis Blow,
Bad Manners,
The Red Krayola,
Supertramp,
Crooked Eye,
a-ha,
The Fire Engines,
The Moleskins,
DJ Style,
Andrew Hill,
Nas,
Qualms,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mission of Burma,
MC5,
K-Klass,
Yazoo,
The Golliwogs,
June Days,
Davy DMX,
Robert Görl,
Babytalk,
Harmonia,
New Age Steppers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eurythmics,
Sugar Minott,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.