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 Portugal and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Arthur Verocai to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
A Certain Ratio,
Radiohead,
The Misunderstood,
The Victims,
Godley & Creme,
Massinfluence,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sam Rivers,
Porter Ricks,
Matthew Bourne,
KRS-One,
June of 44,
Lungfish,
DNA,
Minnie Riperton,
Icehouse,
Dawn Penn,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wings,
The Sonics,
Average White Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Morten Harket,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stiv Bators,
Byron Stingily,
Jeff Mills,
Crispian St. Peters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pagans,
Toni Rubio,
The Music Machine,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Foxx,
The Raincoats,
Scrapy,
Eli Mardock,
The Barracudas,
Chris Corsano,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Sherman,
Y Pants,
New Order,
Main Source,
Kaleidoscope,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Agent Orange,
Royal Trux,
X-102,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dennis Brown,
Juan Atkins,
Kool Moe Dee,
Negative Approach,
Derrick May,
Barbara Tucker,
Silicon Teens,
Black Sheep,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.