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 Belarus and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Maurizio to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Anakelly,
Barbara Tucker,
Saccharine Trust,
The Young Rascals,
T. Rex,
Al Stewart,
Depeche Mode,
R.M.O.,
Marine Girls,
DJ Sneak,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Quando Quango,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wings,
JFA,
Archie Shepp,
Simply Red,
Quadrant,
Stockholm Monsters,
Erasure,
Jimmy McGriff,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lightning Bolt,
Morten Harket,
The Victims,
Minny Pops,
Barclay James Harvest,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scan 7,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pierre Henry,
Marc Almond,
Delta 5,
Pagans,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang of Four,
The Mummies,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Motorama,
Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Prunes,
The Cure,
Kayak,
Moby Grape,
John Foxx,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bang On A Can,
Con Funk Shun,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joe Smooth,
Essential Logic,
Todd Rundgren,
The Dead C,
The Smiths,
Alice Coltrane,
EPMD,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.