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 Turkey 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lyres to the jazz 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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 Buckinghams,
Monolake,
Loose Ends,
Pussy Galore,
Jimmy McGriff,
Babytalk,
In Retrospect,
Livin' Joy,
The American Breed,
Fad Gadget,
Robert Hood,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Byron Stingily,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Pop Group,
Ludus,
Minutemen,
Judy Mowatt,
the Slits,
James White and The Blacks,
Laurel Aitken,
Tomorrow,
The Searchers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Country Teasers,
Chris Corsano,
Moebius,
The Count Five,
Donny Hathaway,
Rotary Connection,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Christie,
Chrome,
Ossler,
Joensuu 1685,
Nils Olav,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minny Pops,
Hot Snakes,
Black Bananas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gong,
Ronan,
Arab on Radar,
Von Mondo,
The Slackers,
kango's stein massive,
X-Ray Spex,
Roxy Music,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Skriet,
Toni Rubio,
This Heat,
X-102,
Panda Bear,
Joe Finger,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.