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 Mongolia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Connie Case to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron 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 snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hot Snakes,
La Düsseldorf,
Mission of Burma,
Clear Light,
Connie Case,
Organ,
DJ Style,
Marmalade,
MDC,
Intrusion,
Swans,
Drexciya,
Danielle Patucci,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Byrd,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Inner City,
Scan 7,
The Monks,
Kayak,
Audionom,
The Barracudas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kool Moe Dee,
F. McDonald,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Skaos,
Sarah Menescal,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Guru Guru,
Derrick May,
Leonard Cohen,
Ralphi Rosario,
Symarip,
Flash Fearless,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Smiths,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Au Pairs,
Talk Talk,
Shoche,
The Evens,
The Doors,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kenny Larkin,
Anakelly,
Pylon,
Model 500,
Deakin,
Henry Cow,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Beau Brummels,
Sparks,
Mark Hollis,
the Germs,
Bush Tetras,
Barbara Tucker,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.