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 Pakistan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Prince Buster to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
the Slits,
Patti Smith,
Rotary Connection,
Kenny Larkin,
The Alarm Clocks,
X-101,
The Raincoats,
Archie Shepp,
Heaven 17,
Delta 5,
Blossom Toes,
Basic Channel,
Make Up,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Don Cherry,
Ten City,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fatback Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brick,
The Fuzztones,
Parry Music,
Warren Ellis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Agent Orange,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Qualms,
Con Funk Shun,
Joyce Sims,
Joy Division,
Suicide,
Lalo Schifrin,
Half Japanese,
David Axelrod,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camouflage,
Tubeway Army,
Y Pants,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Young Rascals,
The Neon Judgement,
Intrusion,
Nico,
The Star Department,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Swell Maps,
New Age Steppers,
Roy Ayers,
Subhumans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mission of Burma,
The Stooges,
Tropical Tobacco,
Masters at Work,
Prince Buster,
The Smoke,
H. Thieme,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.