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 Equatorial Guinea and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Moody Blues to the dance 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a güiro 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 organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Kas Product,
Deakin,
Dead Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
Urselle,
a-ha,
Circle Jerks,
The Misunderstood,
Gong,
Eric Copeland,
Cluster,
Q65,
The Victims,
ABC,
Tubeway Army,
Barbara Tucker,
LL Cool J,
Visage,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Skatalites,
Althea and Donna,
The Star Department,
Crash Course in Science,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eric B and Rakim,
K-Klass,
Rhythm & Sound,
Avey Tare,
Minor Threat,
Don Cherry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Spandau Ballet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kurtis Blow,
China Crisis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Blossom Toes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Thee Headcoats,
Rakim,
The Raincoats,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Spoonie Gee,
Sex Pistols,
Au Pairs,
Intrusion,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Y Pants,
Blancmange,
Pere Ubu,
Theoretical Girls,
World's Most,
Soul Sonic Force,
E-Dancer,
The Buckinghams,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.