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 Ecuador and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Black Sheep,
Eli Mardock,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Byrd,
Lucky Dragons,
Fear,
Wings,
The Cramps,
Bluetip,
Theoretical Girls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jeff Mills,
The Raincoats,
Vainqueur,
Robert Görl,
The Techniques,
The Smiths,
Young Marble Giants,
The Standells,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Erasure,
Electric Prunes,
New Age Steppers,
This Heat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Livin' Joy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alison Limerick,
Public Enemy,
Pagans,
Infiniti,
Donny Hathaway,
Hot Snakes,
Steve Hackett,
KRS-One,
Barry Ungar,
The Invisible,
Dennis Brown,
Organ,
Peter & Gordon,
U.S. Maple,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Radio Birdman,
Smog,
Excepter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marine Girls,
David McCallum,
Quadrant,
Soul II Soul,
Inner City,
Tomorrow,
Hardrive,
Roger Hodgson,
Skaos,
Alton Ellis,
The Modern Lovers,
Cymande,
John Cale,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.