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 Cuba and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Fall to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare 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 mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Shoche,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultravox,
Urselle,
Marine Girls,
Letta Mbulu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Doors,
Groovy Waters,
The Music Machine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Boz Scaggs,
Crime,
Interpol,
The Fall,
The Associates,
Main Source,
Wolf Eyes,
Reagan Youth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Glenn Branca,
cv313,
The Monks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
8 Eyed Spy,
Unrelated Segments,
Danielle Patucci,
Jeff Lynne,
The Moleskins,
Motorama,
Jesper Dahlback,
Adolescents,
Bill Wells,
Amazonics,
Andrew Hill,
The Mummies,
Kenny Larkin,
Jeff Mills,
Guru Guru,
Nik Kershaw,
Gang Starr,
The Shadows of Knight,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grey Daturas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kurtis Blow,
Ituana,
The Cramps,
In Retrospect,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mark Hollis,
Y Pants,
Fatback Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Lalann,
The Names,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.