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 Guatemala and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hoover,
Mars,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
PIL,
Fluxion,
The Invisible,
Prince Buster,
Crash Course in Science,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bang On A Can,
Section 25,
Adolescents,
Minutemen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nirvana,
Make Up,
Mary Jane Girls,
Franke,
Matthew Halsall,
Nas,
Gichy Dan,
The Moleskins,
Subhumans,
Sister Nancy,
The Gap Band,
Pere Ubu,
Joey Negro,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Mummies,
EPMD,
Marshall Jefferson,
Echospace,
Skarface,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Trojans,
Arab on Radar,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Japan,
Joy Division,
The Doors,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rekid,
The Vogues,
Susan Cadogan,
Alton Ellis,
The Selecter,
Cameo,
Charles Mingus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Maurizio,
the Sonics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brick,
Harry Pussy,
Scientists,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.