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 Romania 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The American Breed to the disco 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb 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 theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Piero Umiliani,
Brand Nubian,
Grey Daturas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wasted Youth,
The Cramps,
Mo-Dettes,
The Birthday Party,
Joe Smooth,
Aloha Tigers,
the Germs,
Nik Kershaw,
David Axelrod,
New York Dolls,
Neu!,
Symarip,
Johnny Clarke,
Minor Threat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Robert Görl,
New Age Steppers,
Nirvana,
Alice Coltrane,
Scott Walker,
KRS-One,
The Pretty Things,
The Durutti Column,
Godley & Creme,
Joy Division,
Blake Baxter,
Model 500,
The Searchers,
The Moody Blues,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joyce Sims,
Ossler,
Spandau Ballet,
The Names,
Fear,
FM Einheit,
Joey Negro,
La Düsseldorf,
The Index,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Y Pants,
Freddie Wadling,
Crooked Eye,
Fela Kuti,
The Selecter,
Neil Young,
Marmalade,
Albert Ayler,
The Vogues,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kerri Chandler,
The Litter,
UT,
Shoche,
Amon Düül II,
Yaz,
Joensuu 1685,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.