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 Spain and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Steve Hackett,
The Dead C,
Swell Maps,
Bad Manners,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fat Boys,
Bush Tetras,
Liliput,
Rhythm & Sound,
X-102,
Wire,
The Toasters,
Index,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Supertramp,
Jeff Lynne,
MDC,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Real Kids,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dark Day,
MC5,
Surgeon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ornette Coleman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Accadde A,
Bob Dylan,
Fatback Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Shadows of Knight,
Girls At Our Best!,
Henry Cow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hashim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mars,
Gang Green,
Echospace,
Q65,
The Moody Blues,
Pierre Henry,
Scott Walker,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Neil Young,
K-Klass,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dawn Penn,
Iggy Pop,
Prince Buster,
Tears for Fears,
Fad Gadget,
Marc Almond,
Faust,
The Mojo Men,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.