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 Maldives and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer 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 Mantronix to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and an arpeggiator 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 chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Monks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Hot Snakes,
Erasure,
Depeche Mode,
Agitation Free,
Dawn Penn,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultra Naté,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cramps,
The Raincoats,
Duran Duran,
Con Funk Shun,
Ken Boothe,
Eli Mardock,
Dual Sessions,
Groovy Waters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Monks,
Symarip,
Bad Manners,
John Holt,
Aloha Tigers,
Stetsasonic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gap Band,
Visage,
Brass Construction,
Chris Corsano,
Loose Ends,
Don Cherry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Panda Bear,
Franke,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fall,
Hashim,
Michelle Simonal,
Fluxion,
Technova,
Trumans Water,
Delta 5,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
T.S.O.L.,
The Saints,
Moby Grape,
Sun City Girls,
Jacob Miller,
The Mojo Men,
Make Up,
The Leaves,
Ossler,
X-101,
Boz Scaggs,
Model 500,
The Doors,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Slits,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.