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 Morocco and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Chris & Cosey to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord 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 marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Josef K,
Connie Case,
Ice-T,
Lalann,
Steve Hackett,
Marvin Gaye,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hasil Adkins,
Brick,
Minnie Riperton,
Mr. Review,
Nils Olav,
The Barracudas,
Quadrant,
The Real Kids,
Chris & Cosey,
Graham Central Station,
the Human League,
CMW,
The Knickerbockers,
Carl Craig,
kango's stein massive,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Don Cherry,
Talk Talk,
Tim Buckley,
Cluster,
R.M.O.,
Q and Not U,
Fatback Band,
The Vogues,
Lower 48,
Sonny Sharrock,
Niagra,
Magma,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soul II Soul,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultra Naté,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gap Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Moody Blues,
Swans,
Kayak,
ABBA,
Donald Byrd,
Japan,
Deepchord,
Heaven 17,
Nik Kershaw,
Urselle,
The Monks,
Stetsasonic,
Underground Resistance,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Vladislav Delay,
London Community Gospel Choir,
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.