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 Canada and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Groovy Waters to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a güiro 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 spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Donald Byrd,
The Standells,
Chris Corsano,
Marine Girls,
Wings,
The Black Dice,
Yusef Lateef,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Warren Ellis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Flipper,
The Buckinghams,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jacques Brel,
Magma,
Grey Daturas,
Soft Cell,
Moebius,
Brothers Johnson,
Eric Copeland,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Quantec,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joensuu 1685,
Toni Rubio,
Bill Wells,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aaron Thompson,
The Gladiators,
Model 500,
the Human League,
Qualms,
Rites of Spring,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pharoah Sanders,
Girls At Our Best!,
AZ,
Kurtis Blow,
Kenny Larkin,
Neu!,
the Sonics,
Idris Muhammad,
Pylon,
The Golliwogs,
Spoonie Gee,
Sixth Finger,
Lakeside,
Ponytail,
Mandrill,
Aswad,
The Litter,
Deepchord,
The Saints,
Radiohead,
Sex Pistols,
the Soft Cell,
Cybotron,
The Pretty Things,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.