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 Saudi Arabia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Aaron Thompson to the dance 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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Sun City Girls,
Half Japanese,
Ludus,
Maurizio,
Pylon,
The Motions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kurtis Blow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pantytec,
Fear,
Marcia Griffiths,
Grauzone,
Scratch Acid,
Marc Almond,
Lower 48,
Fugazi,
Lightning Bolt,
Pole,
John Lydon,
The Gladiators,
Television,
Maleditus Sound,
Scientists,
MDC,
DJ Sneak,
Crash Course in Science,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fuzztones,
Nico,
Gong,
Joensuu 1685,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Names,
Ponytail,
The Slits,
Harmonia,
Quantec,
The Moody Blues,
Bad Manners,
Derrick Morgan,
David Bowie,
Lakeside,
Make Up,
Mantronix,
Terrestrial Tones,
World's Most,
Au Pairs,
The Toasters,
Jacques Brel,
Dark Day,
Charles Mingus,
Mandrill,
Rapeman,
Bill Wells,
Roy Ayers,
DNA,
Depeche Mode,
Scrapy,
Pet Shop Boys,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.