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 Ukraine and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Public Image Ltd. to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar 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 guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jeff Mills,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Saccharine Trust,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Groovy Waters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Black Dice,
Jerry's Kids,
Reuben Wilson,
The Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
Vainqueur,
Can,
The Cure,
The Music Machine,
The Beau Brummels,
Dave Gahan,
Robert Hood,
Sparks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kenny Larkin,
MC5,
Ronnie Foster,
Faust,
Toni Rubio,
Adolescents,
Stetsasonic,
Althea and Donna,
The Remains,
Section 25,
Brick,
Minnie Riperton,
Ituana,
Marshall Jefferson,
AZ,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
David McCallum,
Das Ding,
Freddie Wadling,
Morten Harket,
Aaron Thompson,
Aural Exciters,
The Evens,
The Human League,
Terry Callier,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bill Near,
The Mummies,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
James White and The Blacks,
Jacob Miller,
Scott Walker,
Chris Corsano,
Susan Cadogan,
Avey Tare,
Outsiders,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.