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 Ghana and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin 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 chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Black Sheep,
Byron Stingily,
The Blackbyrds,
The Standells,
Harmonia,
Parry Music,
Bill Wells,
The Barracudas,
Spoonie Gee,
Neu!,
X-101,
Clear Light,
The Index,
Mr. Review,
Magma,
the Association,
The Grass Roots,
Robert Görl,
Severed Heads,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Neil Young,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Arthur Verocai,
Stiv Bators,
Colin Newman,
Ultravox,
Sly & The Family Stone,
ABBA,
Jacob Miller,
Suicide,
The Seeds,
Avey Tare,
Tommy Roe,
Thee Headcoats,
ABC,
Suburban Knight,
Los Fastidios,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kerri Chandler,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Urselle,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Janne Schatter,
Tubeway Army,
The J.B.'s,
Little Man,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Outsiders,
Mo-Dettes,
Goldenarms,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tim Buckley,
Sixth Finger,
Soft Machine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jesper Dahlback,
Model 500,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dark Day,
Lightning Bolt,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.