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 Ireland and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba 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 theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Pole,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Warren Ellis,
Joy Division,
Skarface,
The Gories,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Derrick May,
Crash Course in Science,
Sparks,
Freddie Wadling,
The Monochrome Set,
The Sonics,
Kaleidoscope,
Minor Threat,
Chrome,
Grauzone,
PIL,
Echospace,
James White and The Blacks,
In Retrospect,
Stiv Bators,
Man Parrish,
Davy DMX,
Vladislav Delay,
Mantronix,
The Smoke,
EPMD,
Hardrive,
The Young Rascals,
Minnie Riperton,
Au Pairs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
FM Einheit,
Country Teasers,
David McCallum,
Eddi Front,
Cheater Slicks,
Audionom,
The Toasters,
The Human League,
Funky Four + One,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bill Wells,
Cluster,
Quando Quango,
The Barracudas,
48th St. Collective,
Delta 5,
Avey Tare,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Saints,
Bobby Womack,
Ituana,
Siglo XX,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hoover,
Grey Daturas,
Scion,
Wire,
Rites of Spring,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.