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 Austria and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ultra Naté to the electroclash 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
L. Decosne,
Graham Central Station,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scratch Acid,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wasted Youth,
Gichy Dan,
Ohio Players,
Japan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Henry Cow,
Boz Scaggs,
Panda Bear,
Juan Atkins,
Sun Ra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bang On A Can,
Zapp,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lucky Dragons,
Crime,
David Bowie,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Doors,
AZ,
The Walker Brothers,
The Residents,
Deakin,
The Evens,
Robert Görl,
The Index,
EPMD,
Amon Düül II,
Pantaleimon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Liliput,
The Detroit Cobras,
In Retrospect,
Marcia Griffiths,
Qualms,
Kerrie Biddell,
Can,
The United States of America,
The Saints,
Deadbeat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Groovy Waters,
Sound Behaviour,
Freddie Wadling,
The Birthday Party,
The Gun Club,
Pussy Galore,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.