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 Suriname and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin 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 Gerry Rafferty to the punk 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe 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 harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Skaos,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Spoonie Gee,
Dave Gahan,
Lalo Schifrin,
AZ,
Ultravox,
The Monks,
Unrelated Segments,
Al Stewart,
The Electric Prunes,
Hardrive,
The Misunderstood,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dead Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gabor Szabo,
Scan 7,
The Fire Engines,
the Association,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Tremeloes,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gories,
X-102,
Don Cherry,
The Martian,
New Age Steppers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Steve Hackett,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bang On A Can,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jacob Miller,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marine Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Man Parrish,
Lou Reed,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marvin Gaye,
Matthew Halsall,
It's A Beautiful Day,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Altered Images,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Darondo,
Robert Wyatt,
Ohio Players,
Das Ding,
Chris & Cosey,
Lakeside,
Minutemen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Toni Rubio,
The Golliwogs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Porter Ricks,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.