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 Nicaragua and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Holger Czukay 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 Das Ding to the punk 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and an organ 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 oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Radiopuhelimet,
David McCallum,
John Foxx,
Q and Not U,
Oblivians,
Accadde A,
Rakim,
Todd Rundgren,
Gichy Dan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sight & Sound,
Porter Ricks,
Man Parrish,
Supertramp,
The Durutti Column,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dennis Brown,
The Real Kids,
kango's stein massive,
Bauhaus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eve St. Jones,
Maurizio,
The Golliwogs,
Underground Resistance,
Todd Terry,
Silicon Teens,
John Lydon,
Johnny Clarke,
Kurtis Blow,
Hasil Adkins,
Livin' Joy,
Outsiders,
Animal Collective,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Christie,
Aswad,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Index,
Bobby Byrd,
EPMD,
The Residents,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nick Fraelich,
Fatback Band,
Average White Band,
Inner City,
Stiv Bators,
John Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pulsallama,
Janne Schatter,
CMW,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.