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 Italy and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lyres to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a clarinet and a synthesizer 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 mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Raincoats,
Franke,
Mary Jane Girls,
OOIOO,
Deakin,
Lalann,
The Martian,
Subhumans,
Skaos,
Pere Ubu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soul Sonic Force,
Shoche,
Cymande,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Swans,
Icehouse,
Albert Ayler,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Basic Channel,
Oblivians,
Los Fastidios,
The Skatalites,
Wings,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brothers Johnson,
Bad Manners,
Howard Jones,
Monks,
The Young Rascals,
Nirvana,
The Angels of Light,
Minnie Riperton,
Alison Limerick,
Drexciya,
Massinfluence,
Crooked Eye,
Gastr Del Sol,
Vainqueur,
Thee Headcoats,
The Count Five,
Peter & Gordon,
Crash Course in Science,
Babytalk,
Surgeon,
The Divine Comedy,
Eddi Front,
The Neon Judgement,
World's Most,
Television Personalities,
Thompson Twins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ice-T,
Judy Mowatt,
John Foxx,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Funky Four + One,
Man Parrish,
Chrome,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.