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 Albania and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Althea and Donna to the disco 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin 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 mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cluster,
Fad Gadget,
Gang Starr,
CMW,
Cameo,
Amon Düül II,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crash Course in Science,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Matthew Halsall,
Marc Almond,
Gastr Del Sol,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cheater Slicks,
Easy Going,
the Fania All-Stars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Reuben Wilson,
New York Dolls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Qualms,
Sun City Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Babytalk,
Anthony Braxton,
Pylon,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gun Club,
Michelle Simonal,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
KRS-One,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roger Hodgson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Janne Schatter,
Delta 5,
Camouflage,
Wolf Eyes,
Rakim,
Y Pants,
Accadde A,
Bill Near,
The Smiths,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stereo Dub,
John Coltrane,
Aswad,
Black Bananas,
Henry Cow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Busters,
The Golliwogs,
Nils Olav,
Newcleus,
Hasil Adkins,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gories,
Kaleidoscope,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.