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 Pakistan and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bluetip to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Animal Collective,
Minnie Riperton,
PIL,
Delta 5,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pole,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yaz,
Public Enemy,
Byron Stingily,
Scion,
Whodini,
48th St. Collective,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Man Parrish,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grey Daturas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eden Ahbez,
Nils Olav,
Bluetip,
Skaos,
Erykah Badu,
The Dirtbombs,
Faust,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wolf Eyes,
Monolake,
Neil Young,
Soul II Soul,
Blancmange,
Fat Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camberwell Now,
EPMD,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Standells,
The Toasters,
World's Most,
Magazine,
Basic Channel,
The Fuzztones,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Womack,
Lungfish,
Lightning Bolt,
Loose Ends,
Roxette,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Skarface,
Wire,
Pierre Henry,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Neon Judgement,
Supertramp,
The Sonics,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Bananas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.