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 Belgium and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Black Dice to the jazz 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator 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 theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Country Joe & The Fish,
EPMD,
World's Most,
Faraquet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Anakelly,
Gang Gang Dance,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lightning Bolt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Severed Heads,
China Crisis,
The Cowsills,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Unwound,
The Electric Prunes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Derrick May,
D'Angelo,
Gichy Dan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camberwell Now,
Soul Sonic Force,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Skriet,
Colin Newman,
Ken Boothe,
Section 25,
cv313,
Yellowson,
New Order,
Patti Smith,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scan 7,
The Count Five,
Flipper,
Organ,
Dark Day,
The Vogues,
Sight & Sound,
Todd Terry,
David Axelrod,
Robert Görl,
Slave,
The Gun Club,
Glenn Branca,
Hoover,
Barrington Levy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Chris Corsano,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Standells,
Camouflage,
Jandek,
Scott Walker,
Ohio Players,
Youth Brigade,
Man Parrish,
Mad Mike,
Con Funk Shun,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.