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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Steve Hackett to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb 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 sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Parry Music,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stetsasonic,
The Fuzztones,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Monks,
Monolake,
Sällskapet,
Lou Reed,
Easy Going,
Shoche,
Basic Channel,
Charles Mingus,
Goldenarms,
The Grass Roots,
Donny Hathaway,
The Birthday Party,
The Fugs,
Symarip,
Camouflage,
June Days,
The Move,
Toni Rubio,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Sonics,
Minnie Riperton,
Organ,
Visage,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Robert Görl,
Fela Kuti,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Johnny Clarke,
Buzzcocks,
Rites of Spring,
Bluetip,
UT,
The Index,
Ten City,
Freddie Wadling,
The Black Dice,
Mad Mike,
Smog,
Warren Ellis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Beau Brummels,
LL Cool J,
The Mummies,
Godley & Creme,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Modern Lovers,
Groovy Waters,
Graham Central Station,
The Pop Group,
Crispian St. Peters,
Model 500,
KRS-One,
Country Teasers,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.