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 Bhutan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 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 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Groovy Waters,
Tears for Fears,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nick Fraelich,
Kurtis Blow,
The Motions,
the Slits,
The Neon Judgement,
John Lydon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jeff Mills,
Lindisfarne,
David McCallum,
Slave,
Slick Rick,
Charles Mingus,
Pere Ubu,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cowsills,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stereo Dub,
Cluster,
Cameo,
Shuggie Otis,
Moby Grape,
The Angels of Light,
Icehouse,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
China Crisis,
Godley & Creme,
Black Bananas,
Echospace,
The Toasters,
Robert Görl,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gun Club,
Derrick May,
Excepter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Susan Cadogan,
Connie Case,
Davy DMX,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fall,
Nirvana,
Agent Orange,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barrington Levy,
Altered Images,
Marc Almond,
Harpers Bizarre,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
MDC,
K-Klass,
Wire,
Freddie Wadling,
JFA,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.