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 Morocco and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Pharoah Sanders to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Bar-Kays,
June Days,
Charles Mingus,
Qualms,
China Crisis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Television Personalities,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Slackers,
E-Dancer,
Cal Tjader,
Essential Logic,
Tommy Roe,
The Young Rascals,
Cheater Slicks,
Lower 48,
Oblivians,
Mark Hollis,
cv313,
Hardrive,
John Foxx,
10cc,
The Human League,
Intrusion,
The Walker Brothers,
Vladislav Delay,
Malaria!,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Modern Lovers,
Pole,
Y Pants,
The Move,
Gabor Szabo,
Rakim,
Deadbeat,
Rekid,
Big Daddy Kane,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Junior Murvin,
Boredoms,
FM Einheit,
Moss Icon,
Dawn Penn,
Yaz,
Bauhaus,
Scott Walker,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grauzone,
Alton Ellis,
Procol Harum,
R.M.O.,
kango's stein massive,
A Flock of Seagulls,
K-Klass,
Sugar Minott,
Joey Negro,
Newcleus,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.