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 Belgium and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ultra Naté to the grime 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes 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 harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ossler,
Nirvana,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Laurel Aitken,
Intrusion,
Procol Harum,
Ornette Coleman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Depeche Mode,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Colin Newman,
Bronski Beat,
Warren Ellis,
Faust,
Chris & Cosey,
Howard Jones,
Electric Prunes,
Ronnie Foster,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fortunes,
Negative Approach,
Visage,
the Germs,
The Fire Engines,
Prince Buster,
Darondo,
The Barracudas,
The Tremeloes,
The Litter,
The Knickerbockers,
The Durutti Column,
Mo-Dettes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kaleidoscope,
Y Pants,
The Birthday Party,
Derrick May,
Matthew Halsall,
The Zeros,
Aural Exciters,
Black Sheep,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Average White Band,
New Age Steppers,
Tropical Tobacco,
ABC,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mr. Review,
Quadrant,
Tim Buckley,
Cymande,
China Crisis,
Sun Ra,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.