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 Poland and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Todd Rundgren to the crunk 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Smiths,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Youth Brigade,
The Invisible,
Lucky Dragons,
Japan,
Dual Sessions,
Morten Harket,
The Martian,
Mo-Dettes,
The Remains,
Sällskapet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Chrome,
Brothers Johnson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soft Machine,
Harpers Bizarre,
Donald Byrd,
Q65,
June Days,
Idris Muhammad,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stetsasonic,
Rosa Yemen,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rekid,
Nation of Ulysses,
Can,
Man Parrish,
Patti Smith,
Alison Limerick,
Icehouse,
Half Japanese,
Theoretical Girls,
Bill Near,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fatback Band,
the Human League,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Swans,
Amon Düül II,
Graham Central Station,
Carl Craig,
Siglo XX,
Rapeman,
Talk Talk,
H. Thieme,
Maleditus Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Electric Prunes,
The Fire Engines,
The Residents,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.