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 Monaco and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Yazoo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barbara Tucker,
Agent Orange,
John Foxx,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bauhaus,
Aswad,
Arthur Verocai,
Reagan Youth,
Joensuu 1685,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joyce Sims,
T. Rex,
The Gladiators,
Sex Pistols,
Icehouse,
Black Sheep,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Spandau Ballet,
Albert Ayler,
Blake Baxter,
Eurythmics,
Lyres,
R.M.O.,
Sarah Menescal,
Negative Approach,
The Gories,
Nas,
Darondo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DNA,
Boredoms,
The Dirtbombs,
Flipper,
Q and Not U,
Brick,
One Last Wish,
The Doobie Brothers,
New Order,
Massinfluence,
Dead Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
Organ,
Quantec,
Joe Smooth,
Mo-Dettes,
Sun City Girls,
Janne Schatter,
The Modern Lovers,
Niagra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
David Axelrod,
The Slackers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Average White Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.