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 Bulgaria and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1978 at the first Visage 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
John Holt,
The Seeds,
Alphaville,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Darondo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rod Modell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Glambeats Corp.,
Echospace,
The Monochrome Set,
Index,
Derrick Morgan,
The United States of America,
Khruangbin,
The Residents,
Stockholm Monsters,
Isaac Hayes,
Iggy Pop,
One Last Wish,
Rotary Connection,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soft Machine,
Sugar Minott,
Slick Rick,
The Pretty Things,
OOIOO,
Jesper Dahlback,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Prince Buster,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camberwell Now,
Mark Hollis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cowsills,
Alton Ellis,
Grey Daturas,
Dead Boys,
Black Flag,
Con Funk Shun,
Icehouse,
Jeff Lynne,
The Birthday Party,
Magma,
Beasts of Bourbon,
David McCallum,
The Sonics,
L. Decosne,
Joe Smooth,
Eric Copeland,
The Index,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Guru Guru,
Yusef Lateef,
Kayak,
Vladislav Delay,
June Days,
Fatback Band,
The New Christs,
Flash Fearless,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.