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 Switzerland and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Soulsonic Force to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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 Divine Comedy,
Animal Collective,
Mad Mike,
Niagra,
Lungfish,
Eddi Front,
Iggy Pop,
Scott Walker,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gladiators,
Ronan,
Outsiders,
Qualms,
Tubeway Army,
Warsaw,
Popol Vuh,
Kerri Chandler,
Eric Copeland,
Derrick May,
Wasted Youth,
UT,
Chrome,
Hoover,
Donald Byrd,
Peter & Gordon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Inner City,
Pere Ubu,
Clear Light,
Kevin Saunderson,
Leonard Cohen,
Boredoms,
Don Cherry,
Pussy Galore,
Nas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tom Boy,
Pagans,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sugar Minott,
Monks,
David Axelrod,
Tommy Roe,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roy Ayers,
Joe Smooth,
Yazoo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
One Last Wish,
Soul Sonic Force,
Altered Images,
Flash Fearless,
Sun City Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Laurel Aitken,
Skriet,
Kaleidoscope,
U.S. Maple,
Fela Kuti,
Surgeon,
Steve Hackett,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.