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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cameo to the rock 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron 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 synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
The Real Kids,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
F. McDonald,
Rufus Thomas,
Wings,
The Neon Judgement,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Los Fastidios,
Fad Gadget,
New Order,
Malaria!,
Zapp,
Roxette,
Michelle Simonal,
Amon Düül II,
Chris & Cosey,
Slick Rick,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Fania All-Stars,
Archie Shepp,
Prince Buster,
Q65,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soft Machine,
The Saints,
The Golliwogs,
Guru Guru,
Anakelly,
Babytalk,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Harry Pussy,
The Moody Blues,
The Kinks,
Darondo,
Metal Thangz,
Mad Mike,
Cybotron,
Blake Baxter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soul Sonic Force,
Derrick Morgan,
Technova,
Boredoms,
The Searchers,
Johnny Clarke,
Kaleidoscope,
Tim Buckley,
Tres Demented,
Crispy Ambulance,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Soft Cell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sonny Sharrock,
R.M.O.,
AZ,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Grass Roots,
The Residents,
Ludus,
Sam Rivers,
Shoche,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.