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 Jordan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Al Stewart to the dance 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Donny Hathaway,
The Electric Prunes,
Brand Nubian,
Guru Guru,
Archie Shepp,
Blancmange,
Black Sheep,
Vladislav Delay,
Sonic Youth,
Arcadia,
Eli Mardock,
Henry Cow,
Royal Trux,
KRS-One,
F. McDonald,
Von Mondo,
Drexciya,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Electric Prunes,
Wolf Eyes,
The Smoke,
Livin' Joy,
Eurythmics,
Basic Channel,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
L. Decosne,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fall,
Tomorrow,
Michelle Simonal,
The Sonics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Surgeon,
Zero Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
The Moody Blues,
Silicon Teens,
The New Christs,
Liliput,
Schoolly D,
Flash Fearless,
Malaria!,
The Blackbyrds,
The Birthday Party,
Roxette,
The Gun Club,
Agent Orange,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lungfish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Los Fastidios,
Mandrill,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aural Exciters,
Buzzcocks,
The American Breed,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.