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 Jamaica and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 JFA to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 a theremin and an arpeggiator 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 mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Panda Bear,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mr. Review,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Walker Brothers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Doors,
Camberwell Now,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Japan,
Freddie Wadling,
the Sonics,
Negative Approach,
Deadbeat,
Prince Buster,
Barclay James Harvest,
Peter & Gordon,
the Soft Cell,
Lakeside,
The Gladiators,
New Age Steppers,
Fela Kuti,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fugs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Angels of Light,
Sugar Minott,
Charles Mingus,
Eurythmics,
Pagans,
Derrick Morgan,
Eve St. Jones,
The Seeds,
The Stooges,
Spandau Ballet,
Q and Not U,
Bluetip,
Kas Product,
Marmalade,
R.M.O.,
Bauhaus,
Anthony Braxton,
The Evens,
Joensuu 1685,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sonic Youth,
Easy Going,
Lightning Bolt,
Marvin Gaye,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pere Ubu,
Alice Coltrane,
Barrington Levy,
Derrick May,
Hashim,
L. Decosne,
Niagra,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.