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 Namibia and from Hong Kong.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the techno 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a mellotron 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 spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Matthew Halsall,
Sonic Youth,
Saccharine Trust,
Fear,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lakeside,
The United States of America,
Gabor Szabo,
Dead Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
Hashim,
Bronski Beat,
Rakim,
Wolf Eyes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eddi Front,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Stooges,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Circle Jerks,
Matthew Bourne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joensuu 1685,
A Certain Ratio,
Grauzone,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Moss Icon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Grey Daturas,
Con Funk Shun,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Gladiators,
Mark Hollis,
Skriet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Excepter,
Anakelly,
The Sonics,
Liliput,
Vainqueur,
Godley & Creme,
Radiopuhelimet,
Metal Thangz,
Simply Red,
Scratch Acid,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Modern Lovers,
Minnie Riperton,
the Normal,
Bobby Sherman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deadbeat,
Main Source,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Don Cherry,
Patti Smith,
Trumans Water,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.