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 Guinea and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the rock 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer 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 a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cal Tjader,
Lungfish,
Cheater Slicks,
Michelle Simonal,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soft Cell,
Soul II Soul,
John Lydon,
Radio Birdman,
Godley & Creme,
Pagans,
Fad Gadget,
Eddi Front,
Thee Headcoats,
The Toasters,
K-Klass,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Velvet Underground,
Zero Boys,
Radiohead,
Neil Young,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Misunderstood,
Agent Orange,
The Gladiators,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Anthony Braxton,
The Tremeloes,
Sarah Menescal,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fatback Band,
Index,
The Pretty Things,
Q and Not U,
the Sonics,
Soulsonic Force,
U.S. Maple,
The Count Five,
New Order,
Amazonics,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marmalade,
Neu!,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
One Last Wish,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Colin Newman,
Joe Finger,
The Alarm Clocks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
D'Angelo,
Sex Pistols,
Scratch Acid,
Minnie Riperton,
Buzzcocks,
Peter and Kerry,
Amon Düül,
Roy Ayers,
Hoover,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.