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 Kyrgyzstan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Morten Harket to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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 Human League,
Ituana,
Black Moon,
Rekid,
The Detroit Cobras,
Theoretical Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Stereo Dub,
Marcia Griffiths,
8 Eyed Spy,
Funky Four + One,
X-102,
Nas,
The Divine Comedy,
Robert Wyatt,
Qualms,
Cheater Slicks,
Joey Negro,
Hot Snakes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Skatalites,
Matthew Halsall,
Infiniti,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Human League,
Carl Craig,
Nik Kershaw,
Au Pairs,
Lou Christie,
Archie Shepp,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Peter and Kerry,
Y Pants,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Davy DMX,
Zapp,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lyres,
The Buckinghams,
The Smoke,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scientists,
Moby Grape,
Ponytail,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Trumans Water,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bluetip,
The Tremeloes,
Leonard Cohen,
Suburban Knight,
Joensuu 1685,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Michelle Simonal,
Sister Nancy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
A Certain Ratio,
the Slits,
Pylon,
Agent Orange,
E-Dancer,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.