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 Saudi Arabia and from Halifax.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Moebius to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ 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 linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Sexual Harrassment,
Intrusion,
Supertramp,
Peter and Kerry,
June of 44,
Joy Division,
Kas Product,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pierre Henry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deepchord,
The Blackbyrds,
Howard Jones,
The Dave Clark Five,
Masters at Work,
Can,
Arcadia,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nico,
Warsaw,
Duran Duran,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Dirtbombs,
The Barracudas,
John Coltrane,
The American Breed,
the Sonics,
Blake Baxter,
T.S.O.L.,
Technova,
Chris & Cosey,
Bootsy Collins,
Susan Cadogan,
Mandrill,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cecil Taylor,
Shoche,
The Kinks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DNA,
the Fania All-Stars,
Quando Quango,
Aloha Tigers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dave Gahan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Slick Rick,
JFA,
Lalann,
The Evens,
The Victims,
The Cramps,
Vladislav Delay,
Pantaleimon,
Bill Near,
Tomorrow,
Warren Ellis,
Lower 48,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.