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 Uzbekistan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Grandmaster Flash to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Music Machine,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
a-ha,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joyce Sims,
Swell Maps,
ABBA,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Judy Mowatt,
Sun City Girls,
MC5,
Letta Mbulu,
Arab on Radar,
Clear Light,
Hoover,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Michelle Simonal,
Barrington Levy,
Jeff Mills,
Main Source,
Outsiders,
Piero Umiliani,
The Dead C,
Warsaw,
Gang Gang Dance,
Goldenarms,
The Beau Brummels,
Hot Snakes,
Oblivians,
Los Fastidios,
Flash Fearless,
The Happenings,
Average White Band,
Eddi Front,
X-101,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Moon,
Guru Guru,
Section 25,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Severed Heads,
Reuben Wilson,
Skriet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fuzztones,
Quantec,
Scrapy,
Slick Rick,
The Grass Roots,
Black Pus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barbara Tucker,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nico,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.