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 China and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro 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 Charles Mingus to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Agent Orange,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Warsaw,
Theoretical Girls,
Zero Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
Robert Görl,
Lungfish,
Ituana,
The Trojans,
Dennis Brown,
Second Layer,
The Golliwogs,
Pantaleimon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kayak,
Steve Hackett,
Siglo XX,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ludus,
Khruangbin,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Bananas,
Pantytec,
Absolute Body Control,
Gabor Szabo,
Colin Newman,
Anakelly,
Sonic Youth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yusef Lateef,
E-Dancer,
The Birthday Party,
The Seeds,
Todd Rundgren,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Zeros,
the Bar-Kays,
Sugar Minott,
Sun Ra,
Section 25,
DNA,
the Fania All-Stars,
Radiohead,
The Human League,
Negative Approach,
Derrick May,
Vainqueur,
U.S. Maple,
John Cale,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Blancmange,
Bauhaus,
Trumans Water,
Marc Almond,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Donald Byrd,
Lyres,
Scan 7,
Mission of Burma,
48th St. Collective,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.