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 Croatia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tres Demented to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Technova,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Banda Bassotti,
Deepchord,
June of 44,
Sugar Minott,
Siglo XX,
Soulsonic Force,
DJ Style,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Velvet Underground,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
AZ,
Andrew Hill,
the Association,
Thee Headcoats,
Das Ding,
Pere Ubu,
Von Mondo,
Ludus,
Colin Newman,
the Human League,
Audionom,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sound Behaviour,
Funkadelic,
Blancmange,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Depeche Mode,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barry Ungar,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Accadde A,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minutemen,
Aloha Tigers,
Yellowson,
The Five Americans,
Ronan,
Essential Logic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Arab on Radar,
Electric Prunes,
The Seeds,
Lightning Bolt,
Josef K,
Aural Exciters,
Youth Brigade,
8 Eyed Spy,
Los Fastidios,
Moss Icon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Silicon Teens,
The Wake,
Amazonics,
Joe Smooth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.