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 Micronesia and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 EPMD to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Clear Light,
The Golliwogs,
Joyce Sims,
Minny Pops,
The Offenders,
Bang On A Can,
The Dirtbombs,
Groovy Waters,
Crime,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Patti Smith,
Youth Brigade,
Arcadia,
OOIOO,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Quando Quango,
Outsiders,
The Fire Engines,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Unwound,
The Litter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wings,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Derrick May,
Shuggie Otis,
Amazonics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minor Threat,
Sun Ra,
Tomorrow,
Average White Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Reed,
Sarah Menescal,
Mantronix,
The Trojans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Section 25,
The Fall,
Ornette Coleman,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Womack,
The Pretty Things,
JFA,
Bob Dylan,
The Residents,
Lyres,
Swans,
Second Layer,
The Grass Roots,
Reagan Youth,
Sex Pistols,
Soul II Soul,
the Germs,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.