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 Barbados and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 X-Ray Spex to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron 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?
Bobby Hutcherson,
The New Christs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Brick,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Doors,
Erykah Badu,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scan 7,
Amon Düül,
Camberwell Now,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mr. Review,
Delta 5,
DJ Style,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Agent Orange,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Christie,
Byron Stingily,
Howard Jones,
Metal Thangz,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hashim,
The Detroit Cobras,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Boredoms,
The Evens,
Bootsy Collins,
Moebius,
Aaron Thompson,
Leonard Cohen,
The Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ronnie Foster,
Moss Icon,
Flipper,
John Coltrane,
Ultra Naté,
Visage,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Vainqueur,
Barrington Levy,
David Axelrod,
Man Parrish,
Eric Dolphy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
kango's stein massive,
Lucky Dragons,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sarah Menescal,
Talk Talk,
Pulsallama,
Stockholm Monsters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jawbox,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.