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 Bahamas and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Easy Going to the disco 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
H. Thieme,
R.M.O.,
New Order,
Moss Icon,
The Searchers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Neon Judgement,
Swell Maps,
The Durutti Column,
Brass Construction,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lower 48,
The Fuzztones,
June Days,
JFA,
Bill Near,
Rotary Connection,
Fluxion,
EPMD,
Deadbeat,
Crash Course in Science,
Accadde A,
Eden Ahbez,
Neu!,
Black Pus,
The Offenders,
Bad Manners,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alphaville,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jacob Miller,
Roxy Music,
Monks,
Rufus Thomas,
Television Personalities,
Dorothy Ashby,
48th St. Collective,
Danielle Patucci,
Procol Harum,
Infiniti,
New York Dolls,
Harry Pussy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Charles Mingus,
Hasil Adkins,
Slave,
Iggy Pop,
Gabor Szabo,
The Monochrome Set,
Todd Rundgren,
China Crisis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marmalade,
Gang Starr,
The Associates,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stiv Bators,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.