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 Sri Lanka and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the dance 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
The Wake,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roger Hodgson,
Stiv Bators,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sister Nancy,
Sex Pistols,
The Monks,
Howard Jones,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Mummies,
Monks,
Intrusion,
The Five Americans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Delta 5,
Depeche Mode,
Tropical Tobacco,
Susan Cadogan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rufus Thomas,
The Grass Roots,
Don Cherry,
Mo-Dettes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Babytalk,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Barracudas,
Animal Collective,
Talk Talk,
Ponytail,
Stetsasonic,
David McCallum,
Soft Cell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deepchord,
Erykah Badu,
Fat Boys,
The Searchers,
The Golliwogs,
The Seeds,
Harry Pussy,
John Coltrane,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fortunes,
Godley & Creme,
Quadrant,
Graham Central Station,
Robert Görl,
Lalo Schifrin,
F. McDonald,
Maleditus Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
Parry Music,
Smog,
Drexciya,
Charles Mingus,
Bizarre Inc.,
Outsiders,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.