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 Taiwan and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Stetsasonic 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Gastr Del Sol,
Susan Cadogan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Country Teasers,
The Real Kids,
Tommy Roe,
John Foxx,
Eden Ahbez,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hoover,
Amon Düül II,
Bronski Beat,
Scott Walker,
Ornette Coleman,
Marcia Griffiths,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Outsiders,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lower 48,
Jerry's Kids,
Barbara Tucker,
Negative Approach,
K-Klass,
Surgeon,
Mark Hollis,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Audionom,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sparks,
Carl Craig,
David Axelrod,
Bang On A Can,
A Certain Ratio,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Normal,
The Sonics,
The United States of America,
Isaac Hayes,
Franke,
June Days,
Clear Light,
Absolute Body Control,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Funky Four + One,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang Green,
Stetsasonic,
Black Pus,
MDC,
Robert Görl,
Reuben Wilson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sister Nancy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kas Product,
PIL,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ohio Players,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.