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 Comoros and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cal Tjader to the techno 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro 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 organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Bad Manners,
Quadrant,
Juan Atkins,
The Victims,
Rakim,
The Techniques,
the Fania All-Stars,
Basic Channel,
48th St. Collective,
Roger Hodgson,
Skaos,
Young Marble Giants,
Al Stewart,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The J.B.'s,
Dual Sessions,
the Swans,
Mad Mike,
The Doors,
The Mummies,
The Cramps,
8 Eyed Spy,
X-102,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wire,
Technova,
Toni Rubio,
Interpol,
Rod Modell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Lydon,
Blancmange,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
Warsaw,
The Beau Brummels,
New Age Steppers,
The Smoke,
Robert Görl,
R.M.O.,
Oblivians,
Easy Going,
Newcleus,
Trumans Water,
Jimmy McGriff,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wally Richardson,
Y Pants,
Matthew Bourne,
Ohio Players,
Niagra,
One Last Wish,
Accadde A,
Pagans,
Suicide,
The Detroit Cobras,
Flash Fearless,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.