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 Suriname and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the 808 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 Jimmy McGriff to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin 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 rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Maleditus Sound,
The Buckinghams,
Ronan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mantronix,
OOIOO,
The Five Americans,
Davy DMX,
Tom Boy,
Jerry's Kids,
Man Parrish,
The Cramps,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fad Gadget,
B.T. Express,
ABC,
Delta 5,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Count Five,
Fat Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
David McCallum,
Anthony Braxton,
Kevin Saunderson,
Swell Maps,
Alice Coltrane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The United States of America,
The New Christs,
Royal Trux,
The Gladiators,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Womack,
World's Most,
Fugazi,
These Immortal Souls,
Yellowson,
Arcadia,
Con Funk Shun,
Graham Central Station,
Eric B and Rakim,
Amon Düül II,
Infiniti,
Alton Ellis,
Don Cherry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Selecter,
Gang of Four,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Eric Copeland,
Black Bananas,
Audionom,
Silicon Teens,
Bronski Beat,
Suicide,
Lucky Dragons,
Dead Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
Peter and Kerry,
Average White Band,
Monks,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.