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 Egypt and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Camouflage to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet 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 oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
The Skatalites,
Eurythmics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Sonics,
Lungfish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brothers Johnson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
K-Klass,
Urselle,
Crash Course in Science,
Bootsy Collins,
Das Ding,
Mo-Dettes,
The Monochrome Set,
Cecil Taylor,
Newcleus,
Robert Wyatt,
Max Romeo,
Ultra Naté,
Rufus Thomas,
Josef K,
Rod Modell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Underground Resistance,
Aaron Thompson,
Country Teasers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pierre Henry,
John Foxx,
Second Layer,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tim Buckley,
T.S.O.L.,
Drexciya,
Brass Construction,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Matthew Bourne,
The Zeros,
The Smiths,
The Music Machine,
Lou Reed,
Nils Olav,
Suburban Knight,
Youth Brigade,
Quantec,
Ponytail,
Icehouse,
Leonard Cohen,
Von Mondo,
Gang Green,
Swans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Excepter,
Metal Thangz,
The Gap Band,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.