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 Canada and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eric B and Rakim to the dance 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron 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 sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Blossom Toes,
Roger Hodgson,
Prince Buster,
Jawbox,
Talk Talk,
Lee Hazlewood,
Iggy Pop,
Suicide,
Nick Fraelich,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
KRS-One,
Main Source,
Ralphi Rosario,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Patti Smith,
Erykah Badu,
Avey Tare,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Stooges,
Albert Ayler,
Smog,
Sight & Sound,
Jeru the Damaja,
F. McDonald,
The New Christs,
CMW,
Black Bananas,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Beau Brummels,
Accadde A,
D'Angelo,
the Association,
Whodini,
Scrapy,
Minnie Riperton,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Sherman,
The Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
Adolescents,
Second Layer,
The Electric Prunes,
Depeche Mode,
Oblivians,
Half Japanese,
Von Mondo,
UT,
The Monks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Darondo,
The Fortunes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Motorama,
Con Funk Shun,
Maurizio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Electric Prunes,
Blake Baxter,
Boredoms,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.