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 Qatar and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Delon & Dalcan to the rap 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin 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 mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Funkadelic,
Bill Near,
Steve Hackett,
Ice-T,
Jerry's Kids,
The Birthday Party,
Deakin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Todd Rundgren,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Anakelly,
Sparks,
Vainqueur,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Holt,
Lyres,
David McCallum,
Guru Guru,
Q65,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cramps,
Popol Vuh,
Main Source,
Bluetip,
Scientists,
Ohio Players,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
New York Dolls,
The Residents,
Fela Kuti,
Yellowson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dark Day,
Wasted Youth,
Pantaleimon,
The Gladiators,
The Smoke,
Grauzone,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mad Mike,
Thompson Twins,
Black Bananas,
Kool Moe Dee,
KRS-One,
Cecil Taylor,
Nils Olav,
The Angels of Light,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gregory Isaacs,
Q and Not U,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Babytalk,
Leonard Cohen,
Dave Gahan,
Marvin Gaye,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.