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 Libya and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jeff Lynne to the jazz 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin 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 snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
The United States of America,
The Seeds,
Josef K,
Mark Hollis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Donald Byrd,
The Count Five,
Colin Newman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Todd Terry,
Wolf Eyes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fire Engines,
Black Sheep,
Yellowson,
Albert Ayler,
Oneida,
Subhumans,
Kas Product,
John Holt,
Steve Hackett,
Warren Ellis,
The Fugs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
FM Einheit,
The Raincoats,
Fela Kuti,
The Move,
In Retrospect,
Bang On A Can,
Clear Light,
Barbara Tucker,
Leonard Cohen,
Johnny Clarke,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Buckinghams,
Sam Rivers,
Ten City,
Terry Callier,
Neil Young,
Crooked Eye,
Ludus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Icehouse,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kurtis Blow,
Davy DMX,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Outsiders,
Drive Like Jehu,
Qualms,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Young Marble Giants,
John Lydon,
The Sonics,
Cameo,
Mission of Burma,
Radiohead,
Suicide,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.