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 Mongolia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kool Moe Dee to the techno 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Negative Approach,
The Fire Engines,
Shoche,
The Count Five,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Procol Harum,
U.S. Maple,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mars,
Yusef Lateef,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Prince Buster,
Rufus Thomas,
Aswad,
Robert Hood,
The Cure,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
DJ Sneak,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Trumans Water,
John Foxx,
The Stooges,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hot Snakes,
B.T. Express,
Anthony Braxton,
Y Pants,
Moss Icon,
Warsaw,
The Star Department,
Leonard Cohen,
Blake Baxter,
Yazoo,
Vladislav Delay,
Mr. Review,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
OOIOO,
Simply Red,
Ultimate Spinach,
Los Fastidios,
Organ,
Ronnie Foster,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Invisible,
Camouflage,
Alton Ellis,
The Selecter,
Chrome,
Darondo,
Basic Channel,
Swell Maps,
Von Mondo,
The Cramps,
Drexciya,
Cal Tjader,
Monolake,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Association,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.