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 Afghanistan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 the Association to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Zero Boys,
Popol Vuh,
B.T. Express,
Sun City Girls,
The Pretty Things,
Outsiders,
The Mummies,
Reagan Youth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Sherman,
Scion,
Barclay James Harvest,
Erasure,
Lindisfarne,
the Sonics,
Jandek,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Soft Cell,
Tres Demented,
Ken Boothe,
Johnny Osbourne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Subhumans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Charles Mingus,
Magma,
Shuggie Otis,
The Wake,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang of Four,
The Leaves,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stereo Dub,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Neon Judgement,
Public Enemy,
Fat Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
New Order,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Electric Prunes,
Alison Limerick,
The Moleskins,
Scientists,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fatback Band,
Echospace,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.