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 Korea South and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Stereo Dub to the funk 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
The Busters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bauhaus,
Section 25,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aaron Thompson,
Man Parrish,
Rufus Thomas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mo-Dettes,
Roy Ayers,
Laurel Aitken,
The Motions,
Tomorrow,
Trumans Water,
Niagra,
Guru Guru,
Isaac Hayes,
Reagan Youth,
The Stooges,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Index,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Electric Prunes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Blancmange,
Sugar Minott,
Bang On A Can,
U.S. Maple,
Vainqueur,
John Holt,
Kool Moe Dee,
Piero Umiliani,
Henry Cow,
The Dave Clark Five,
Von Mondo,
Sonic Youth,
Saccharine Trust,
New Order,
Porter Ricks,
A Certain Ratio,
The Names,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Alton Ellis,
Pulsallama,
The Buckinghams,
John Lydon,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fuzztones,
The Fortunes,
ABBA,
Delta 5,
Can,
PIL,
The J.B.'s,
The Sound,
Brass Construction,
La Düsseldorf,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.