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 Thailand and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cymande to the grunge 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Alison Limerick,
World's Most,
Bootsy Collins,
Suicide,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dorothy Ashby,
Metal Thangz,
Skarface,
the Sonics,
Danielle Patucci,
Dark Day,
Outsiders,
The Move,
Prince Buster,
Roxy Music,
Bush Tetras,
Nas,
Ultra Naté,
Connie Case,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Music Machine,
Juan Atkins,
The Alarm Clocks,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Last Poets,
Lee Hazlewood,
ABBA,
Yaz,
John Cale,
Stereo Dub,
The Kinks,
Sight & Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Charles Mingus,
Cymande,
Sun City Girls,
Theoretical Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soul II Soul,
Zapp,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Quando Quango,
Magma,
Ornette Coleman,
Agent Orange,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Iggy Pop,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Man Parrish,
Pantaleimon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Residents,
Godley & Creme,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Radio Birdman,
The Slackers,
Bad Manners,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.