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 Togo and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Hot Snakes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes 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 clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
The Residents,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joy Division,
The Buckinghams,
Whodini,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soul II Soul,
Procol Harum,
B.T. Express,
The Happenings,
Vladislav Delay,
Skaos,
Aural Exciters,
The Mummies,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Index,
The Martian,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camouflage,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Move,
Sandy B,
Bobby Sherman,
Surgeon,
John Coltrane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Suburban Knight,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Oblivians,
Babytalk,
Half Japanese,
Icehouse,
The Durutti Column,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Amon Düül II,
Erasure,
Ronnie Foster,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Unrelated Segments,
X-Ray Spex,
The Red Krayola,
Rakim,
Anthony Braxton,
Outsiders,
Erykah Badu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Reuben Wilson,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Reed,
Make Up,
Ornette Coleman,
Patti Smith,
Masters at Work,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sex Pistols,
Todd Terry,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.