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 Romania and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the funk 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a spring reverb 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 theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Ornette Coleman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Index,
Cymande,
Marmalade,
Boz Scaggs,
John Foxx,
the Human League,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sällskapet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Electric Prunes,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Flash Fearless,
Dual Sessions,
Aloha Tigers,
Hasil Adkins,
Banda Bassotti,
Minutemen,
Urselle,
Eurythmics,
The Count Five,
Roger Hodgson,
Procol Harum,
The Young Rascals,
Ronan,
Animal Collective,
the Slits,
Archie Shepp,
New York Dolls,
Stetsasonic,
James White and The Blacks,
Lucky Dragons,
The Grass Roots,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Todd Terry,
Cybotron,
Marine Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Half Japanese,
Crispy Ambulance,
Youth Brigade,
Prince Buster,
Sun Ra,
The Searchers,
Idris Muhammad,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scrapy,
Pierre Henry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mary Jane Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Mummies,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Darondo,
Bad Manners,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.