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 Brazil and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 The Slits to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a linndrum 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 marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gap Band,
Jacques Brel,
Main Source,
Bill Near,
Sun City Girls,
Zapp,
Suicide,
Dawn Penn,
Todd Rundgren,
Chris Corsano,
The Mojo Men,
10cc,
U.S. Maple,
Section 25,
Au Pairs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Duran Duran,
Country Teasers,
Spandau Ballet,
The Pretty Things,
The Birthday Party,
Tomorrow,
Tim Buckley,
Popol Vuh,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roxy Music,
Robert Hood,
CMW,
Fela Kuti,
Ronnie Foster,
Adolescents,
Susan Cadogan,
Soft Machine,
Technova,
Grandmaster Flash,
Masters at Work,
The Last Poets,
Magma,
The Modern Lovers,
Boogie Down Productions,
The New Christs,
Sun Ra,
The Neon Judgement,
Terry Callier,
Ken Boothe,
Soulsonic Force,
The American Breed,
Harpers Bizarre,
Neil Young,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Second Layer,
Ultravox,
Drexciya,
Wings,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ossler,
Warren Ellis,
The United States of America,
Essential Logic,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.