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 Libya and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Count Five to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 sitar and a snare 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 guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Womack,
Wire,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Inner City,
MC5,
Colin Newman,
Excepter,
Sound Behaviour,
Eric B and Rakim,
Spoonie Gee,
Little Man,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Sheep,
The Gun Club,
Porter Ricks,
Robert Wyatt,
Wolf Eyes,
Simply Red,
Quantec,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fugs,
Crime,
Pylon,
Nas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aural Exciters,
AZ,
Grey Daturas,
The Last Poets,
Bill Near,
Con Funk Shun,
Morten Harket,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dark Day,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lower 48,
Ornette Coleman,
Audionom,
Joe Finger,
Eric Copeland,
Junior Murvin,
Fluxion,
John Foxx,
Jeff Mills,
OOIOO,
Gong,
Q65,
Yusef Lateef,
Boredoms,
Radiohead,
June of 44,
Zapp,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Victims,
Angry Samoans,
DNA,
The Smoke,
The Invisible,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.