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 Ecuador and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Todd Rundgren to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum 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 güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Monolake,
Ossler,
Young Marble Giants,
the Slits,
Sun Ra,
Joey Negro,
Youth Brigade,
The Fortunes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Babytalk,
David Axelrod,
Bush Tetras,
Popol Vuh,
Ronnie Foster,
CMW,
the Sonics,
Delon & Dalcan,
Alphaville,
Underground Resistance,
Scrapy,
Arthur Verocai,
Zapp,
Graham Central Station,
Banda Bassotti,
Surgeon,
Roxy Music,
Ituana,
Public Image Ltd.,
Blossom Toes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gap Band,
Josef K,
The Seeds,
Intrusion,
Theoretical Girls,
EPMD,
Section 25,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cal Tjader,
Wasted Youth,
Das Ding,
Groovy Waters,
New Order,
Suburban Knight,
Reuben Wilson,
Crash Course in Science,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang Green,
Bootsy Collins,
Q and Not U,
The Standells,
Talk Talk,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Television Personalities,
The Gun Club,
Make Up,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Birthday Party,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.