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 Philippines and from Jakarta.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eddi Front to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Barry Ungar,
The Real Kids,
The Gun Club,
Guru Guru,
Delta 5,
David Bowie,
The Doors,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aswad,
Hot Snakes,
Qualms,
Lou Christie,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Flash Fearless,
The Gories,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Black Dice,
Lakeside,
Procol Harum,
The Mojo Men,
Joy Division,
Cecil Taylor,
Fear,
Fad Gadget,
Animal Collective,
Scrapy,
Jacob Miller,
Yellowson,
The Neon Judgement,
Minnie Riperton,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rekid,
The Cowsills,
Pierre Henry,
The Cure,
Trumans Water,
The Offenders,
EPMD,
Scratch Acid,
Rhythm & Sound,
New Age Steppers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Maurizio,
Q65,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dave Gahan,
Sandy B,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Chris Corsano,
Ronnie Foster,
Rosa Yemen,
OOIOO,
Flipper,
Chrome,
Marine Girls,
Rotary Connection,
Kas Product,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jeru the Damaja,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.