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 Madagascar and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 American Breed to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Nick Fraelich,
Cal Tjader,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Techniques,
Althea and Donna,
Black Moon,
Grey Daturas,
The Beau Brummels,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Piero Umiliani,
Deadbeat,
kango's stein massive,
Supertramp,
Blossom Toes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stiv Bators,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lalann,
These Immortal Souls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brick,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rapeman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tommy Roe,
Leonard Cohen,
Cluster,
Sight & Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Niagra,
Kurtis Blow,
Camberwell Now,
This Heat,
Iggy Pop,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nils Olav,
Mark Hollis,
Alison Limerick,
Delta 5,
The Pretty Things,
Dawn Penn,
Freddie Wadling,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minor Threat,
Gabor Szabo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Duran Duran,
Tropical Tobacco,
Flipper,
Morten Harket,
Khruangbin,
Todd Rundgren,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.