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 Venezuela 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 DJ Sneak to the jazz 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
UT,
Black Bananas,
Tres Demented,
Vainqueur,
The Golliwogs,
John Cale,
Drexciya,
Kas Product,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joy Division,
kango's stein massive,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ronnie Foster,
Joyce Sims,
D'Angelo,
The Misunderstood,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rekid,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Victims,
Flash Fearless,
Eric B and Rakim,
Blancmange,
China Crisis,
Duran Duran,
Technova,
Dennis Brown,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crash Course in Science,
Pussy Galore,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Michelle Simonal,
Interpol,
Intrusion,
The Young Rascals,
La Düsseldorf,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Human League,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lungfish,
The United States of America,
Aswad,
Youth Brigade,
Newcleus,
Fat Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
DJ Style,
The Velvet Underground,
Au Pairs,
Chris Corsano,
Junior Murvin,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fall,
Gang of Four,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.