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 Israel and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare 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 DJ Style to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Funkadelic,
Archie Shepp,
The Grass Roots,
The Index,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joyce Sims,
The Barracudas,
Groovy Waters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Association,
Juan Atkins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Slave,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Oblivians,
Rod Modell,
Neu!,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Christie,
Sarah Menescal,
The Modern Lovers,
Lakeside,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Buzzcocks,
Cameo,
Livin' Joy,
Carl Craig,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gong,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bluetip,
Rosa Yemen,
Ohio Players,
Lalo Schifrin,
Max Romeo,
Jeff Lynne,
The Evens,
Pole,
Vainqueur,
Brothers Johnson,
Bush Tetras,
The Stooges,
Fear,
Graham Central Station,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fuzztones,
Yellowson,
Half Japanese,
Public Enemy,
David Bowie,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Agent Orange,
Ornette Coleman,
Babytalk,
Quantec,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.