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 Seychelles and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 Gong to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Slave,
Skriet,
B.T. Express,
Minnie Riperton,
Todd Rundgren,
Icehouse,
Banda Bassotti,
The Martian,
Jerry's Kids,
The Trojans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aswad,
The Young Rascals,
Fat Boys,
The New Christs,
June Days,
Henry Cow,
X-101,
Hashim,
Circle Jerks,
Letta Mbulu,
Television,
Lower 48,
Cluster,
The Mummies,
Harmonia,
Sandy B,
Cecil Taylor,
David Bowie,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dave Gahan,
John Foxx,
The Dave Clark Five,
Liliput,
Brand Nubian,
R.M.O.,
The Star Department,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Davy DMX,
Graham Central Station,
Minutemen,
Lalann,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bang On A Can,
the Slits,
Supertramp,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Sound,
Donald Byrd,
E-Dancer,
Absolute Body Control,
The American Breed,
The Cure,
Can,
Newcleus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Man Parrish,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.