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 Malawi and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Jeff Lynne to the techno 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet 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 guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Monks,
Swell Maps,
David Axelrod,
Mark Hollis,
Freddie Wadling,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ash Ra Tempel,
Make Up,
The Trojans,
The Buckinghams,
Gang Green,
Minny Pops,
Bronski Beat,
Moss Icon,
Letta Mbulu,
Lucky Dragons,
Throbbing Gristle,
Royal Trux,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Supertramp,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Swans,
Jacques Brel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Von Mondo,
Scientists,
Guru Guru,
Grey Daturas,
Massinfluence,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nils Olav,
Average White Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tropical Tobacco,
Charles Mingus,
Sam Rivers,
Magazine,
Goldenarms,
Laurel Aitken,
Metal Thangz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Shadows of Knight,
Popol Vuh,
Amon Düül II,
The Fuzztones,
Sun City Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Idris Muhammad,
Scratch Acid,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Victims,
The Star Department,
Barbara Tucker,
Darondo,
Dead Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.