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 Ukraine and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar 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 Grauzone to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Average White Band,
Bang On A Can,
Pierre Henry,
Junior Murvin,
The Offenders,
Avey Tare,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
A Certain Ratio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Connie Case,
Goldenarms,
Terrestrial Tones,
Niagra,
Second Layer,
The Sonics,
The Mummies,
Sam Rivers,
The Angels of Light,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Swell Maps,
Tom Boy,
Can,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joe Finger,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Electric Prunes,
Pulsallama,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The United States of America,
Eddi Front,
Magazine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nirvana,
Pagans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rufus Thomas,
Carl Craig,
Moss Icon,
Minor Threat,
Lower 48,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minnie Riperton,
Minny Pops,
Lungfish,
Metal Thangz,
Swans,
Black Bananas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Womack,
Interpol,
Johnny Clarke,
Reagan Youth,
Warsaw,
Roger Hodgson,
Motorama,
Spandau Ballet,
ABBA,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.