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 Slovakia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Talk Talk to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet 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 chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
The Zeros,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Swans,
Index,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
Ossler,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Sonics,
Zero Boys,
Ultra Naté,
Roy Ayers,
Agitation Free,
The Modern Lovers,
The Divine Comedy,
Aural Exciters,
Thee Headcoats,
Blake Baxter,
Juan Atkins,
Anakelly,
Wasted Youth,
Barbara Tucker,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Sherman,
Popol Vuh,
Con Funk Shun,
Ituana,
Rapeman,
Electric Prunes,
The Cure,
Black Sheep,
Depeche Mode,
The Blackbyrds,
the Fania All-Stars,
Harmonia,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
kango's stein massive,
Brick,
Bluetip,
Smog,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
X-Ray Spex,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Khruangbin,
Joyce Sims,
Isaac Hayes,
Unrelated Segments,
Don Cherry,
Model 500,
John Cale,
Brass Construction,
Bill Wells,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sugar Minott,
Lindisfarne,
PIL,
The Neon Judgement,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.