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 Dominican Republic and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator 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 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Tomorrow,
Second Layer,
The Doobie Brothers,
LL Cool J,
Josef K,
Bobby Womack,
Terrestrial Tones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Suburban Knight,
Davy DMX,
Dead Boys,
48th St. Collective,
Roy Ayers,
Goldenarms,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ken Boothe,
Gastr Del Sol,
Radio Birdman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bad Manners,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pet Shop Boys,
Quantec,
Bluetip,
Masters at Work,
Nick Fraelich,
The Monks,
Lower 48,
John Holt,
The Fall,
Kenny Larkin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pantytec,
The American Breed,
Youth Brigade,
Lebanon Hanover,
Piero Umiliani,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tommy Roe,
Essential Logic,
Maurizio,
Darondo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Malaria!,
Das Ding,
The Beau Brummels,
Pierre Henry,
Mantronix,
Deakin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mark Hollis,
The Motions,
David Bowie,
Soul Sonic Force,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Electric Prunes,
The Birthday Party,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alice Coltrane,
Eve St. Jones,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.