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 United Kingdom and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 DNA to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Monks,
Anakelly,
Bronski Beat,
The Associates,
Guru Guru,
Audionom,
Brass Construction,
Porter Ricks,
The Modern Lovers,
the Slits,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Invisible,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Evens,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jeff Mills,
John Foxx,
Cluster,
These Immortal Souls,
Glenn Branca,
Black Flag,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Monochrome Set,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Al Stewart,
Camouflage,
T. Rex,
Buzzcocks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ituana,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stereo Dub,
This Heat,
Don Cherry,
Von Mondo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nirvana,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Chrome,
Lyres,
Hoover,
DJ Style,
Malaria!,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Procol Harum,
Roy Ayers,
Erasure,
Pagans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Second Layer,
Sparks,
The Doors,
Darondo,
Unwound,
The Black Dice,
Erykah Badu,
Kas Product,
JFA,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.