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 Sweden and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cymande,
E-Dancer,
Panda Bear,
The Offenders,
Second Layer,
The Gladiators,
Max Romeo,
kango's stein massive,
The Monks,
Rekid,
Bill Wells,
Unwound,
Zero Boys,
Excepter,
Al Stewart,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rapeman,
Accadde A,
Eric Dolphy,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fire Engines,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Underground Resistance,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Livin' Joy,
Deakin,
Altered Images,
Easy Going,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
X-102,
Con Funk Shun,
AZ,
Siglo XX,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Index,
Juan Atkins,
Nico,
The Names,
the Slits,
Buzzcocks,
The Selecter,
Thompson Twins,
The Fuzztones,
Tim Buckley,
Stereo Dub,
Stiv Bators,
Fear,
OOIOO,
These Immortal Souls,
New Age Steppers,
Yellowson,
Yazoo,
The Star Department,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Derrick Morgan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eli Mardock,
Flash Fearless,
Sister Nancy,
Parry Music,
Mantronix,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.