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 Guatemala and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 Grauzone to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Crash Course in Science,
Severed Heads,
Ronnie Foster,
The Happenings,
Cameo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kevin Saunderson,
Letta Mbulu,
The Moody Blues,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Grass Roots,
Monks,
Junior Murvin,
Pantytec,
Youth Brigade,
The J.B.'s,
Johnny Clarke,
the Swans,
The Knickerbockers,
B.T. Express,
Au Pairs,
Zero Boys,
Can,
Loose Ends,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Flag,
Harmonia,
Fat Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
The Doors,
Angry Samoans,
Siglo XX,
Danielle Patucci,
Boredoms,
Sandy B,
Heaven 17,
Blossom Toes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hardrive,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rekid,
The Star Department,
The Fall,
Funkadelic,
Make Up,
FM Einheit,
Flash Fearless,
New Age Steppers,
Susan Cadogan,
Joyce Sims,
Ice-T,
Scan 7,
Piero Umiliani,
Amon Düül,
Ten City,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kas Product,
Prince Buster,
CMW,
Brand Nubian,
Arcadia,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.