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 Azerbaijan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Depeche Mode to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer 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 arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Soul II Soul,
Donny Hathaway,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Morten Harket,
Mo-Dettes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Todd Rundgren,
Jawbox,
The Fall,
Supertramp,
Scion,
The Beau Brummels,
The Angels of Light,
Dave Gahan,
Dark Day,
Aaron Thompson,
Popol Vuh,
Frankie Knuckles,
OOIOO,
Swell Maps,
Severed Heads,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scan 7,
Joe Finger,
The Monks,
Barry Ungar,
Chris Corsano,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cal Tjader,
Adolescents,
Ken Boothe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pierre Henry,
Peter and Kerry,
Maleditus Sound,
Symarip,
Bauhaus,
Public Enemy,
H. Thieme,
Radiohead,
Icehouse,
New Age Steppers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Youth Brigade,
The Tremeloes,
Terry Callier,
Eden Ahbez,
Procol Harum,
Basic Channel,
Rotary Connection,
Juan Atkins,
Jacob Miller,
Nick Fraelich,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jeff Lynne,
Camouflage,
The Residents,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.