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 Qatar and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 Boogie Down Productions to the funk 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin 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 arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Mark Hollis,
Masters at Work,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Warsaw,
The Slits,
Albert Ayler,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soulsonic Force,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Flag,
A Certain Ratio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Lydon,
Moss Icon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grey Daturas,
Groovy Waters,
the Slits,
The Moleskins,
Fear,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gap Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Young Marble Giants,
Eve St. Jones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eddi Front,
Erasure,
Magazine,
Toni Rubio,
the Soft Cell,
Judy Mowatt,
New Age Steppers,
The Durutti Column,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Livin' Joy,
Sight & Sound,
Agent Orange,
Unrelated Segments,
Tommy Roe,
Nirvana,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hardrive,
Gang of Four,
Skaos,
Interpol,
Bang On A Can,
Underground Resistance,
Ponytail,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crooked Eye,
Junior Murvin,
Theoretical Girls,
Accadde A,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.