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 Kenya and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jimmy McGriff to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Association. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare 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 linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Lower 48,
Grey Daturas,
The Buckinghams,
X-102,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gladiators,
Ultravox,
Television Personalities,
Interpol,
Traffic Nightmare,
cv313,
Talk Talk,
the Soft Cell,
Eli Mardock,
The Standells,
The Zeros,
Faraquet,
Hasil Adkins,
Mantronix,
Avey Tare,
Ten City,
The Gories,
Andrew Hill,
Funkadelic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Faust,
Eurythmics,
Terry Callier,
Ken Boothe,
Con Funk Shun,
Tropical Tobacco,
Derrick May,
Hoover,
Audionom,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Divine Comedy,
Iggy Pop,
Fat Boys,
Sun Ra,
Scan 7,
The Knickerbockers,
Khruangbin,
Guru Guru,
ABBA,
Joe Smooth,
June of 44,
Grandmaster Flash,
Drive Like Jehu,
Quadrant,
Fad Gadget,
Q65,
Tommy Roe,
Intrusion,
Clear Light,
Young Marble Giants,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Star Department,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.