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 Latvia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the grunge 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and an oboe 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 marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
B.T. Express,
Bang On A Can,
John Lydon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Magma,
Scion,
Toni Rubio,
Ronnie Foster,
Rosa Yemen,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cybotron,
Boz Scaggs,
Peter & Gordon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Soft Cell,
The Standells,
The Detroit Cobras,
Susan Cadogan,
The Smiths,
Hardrive,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minny Pops,
Lightning Bolt,
Pere Ubu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Circle Jerks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Smoke,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Neu!,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
a-ha,
In Retrospect,
The Toasters,
Sex Pistols,
Rotary Connection,
Scan 7,
Simply Red,
Eric Copeland,
Eric Dolphy,
Man Parrish,
Robert Hood,
Jeff Mills,
Wings,
Organ,
Suicide,
Chris & Cosey,
Warsaw,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joyce Sims,
Moebius,
Soul II Soul,
Japan,
Infiniti,
The Golliwogs,
Janne Schatter,
Cecil Taylor,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.