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 Japan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 This Heat to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba 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 arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Chris Corsano,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fuzztones,
Shuggie Otis,
Depeche Mode,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pylon,
John Lydon,
Dual Sessions,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Janne Schatter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Byron Stingily,
Ludus,
Avey Tare,
Pantaleimon,
The Saints,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Red Krayola,
X-102,
Eddi Front,
Ornette Coleman,
Kenny Larkin,
ABC,
Lower 48,
Wire,
Interpol,
Eric Dolphy,
Joey Negro,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Japan,
Blancmange,
Sex Pistols,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Jerry's Kids,
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Dave Gahan,
Loose Ends,
Ultra Naté,
Carl Craig,
The Move,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kurtis Blow,
Q and Not U,
Joe Smooth,
AZ,
Stetsasonic,
Spoonie Gee,
Henry Cow,
Suicide,
June of 44,
Traffic Nightmare,
Maleditus Sound,
The Selecter,
Black Sheep,
Mark Hollis,
Suburban Knight,
Flipper,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.