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 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb 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 organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Metal Thangz,
Alphaville,
The Happenings,
The Offenders,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pulsallama,
Alison Limerick,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dark Day,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rapeman,
Unrelated Segments,
the Sonics,
Juan Atkins,
Sugar Minott,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sonic Youth,
Skaos,
A Certain Ratio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Harmonia,
One Last Wish,
Bang On A Can,
Rekid,
David Axelrod,
The Red Krayola,
Howard Jones,
Ludus,
Aaron Thompson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cybotron,
Magazine,
Japan,
Kayak,
Rakim,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sällskapet,
Tubeway Army,
The Barracudas,
Bad Manners,
John Foxx,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pylon,
10cc,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fluxion,
Slave,
The Dirtbombs,
Pagans,
Jerry's Kids,
Saccharine Trust,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marvin Gaye,
Cecil Taylor,
Aural Exciters,
Skriet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Con Funk Shun,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Interpol,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.