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 Mauritius and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Barracudas to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Susan Cadogan,
The Vogues,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lyres,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Television,
Guru Guru,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Womack,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lalann,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alice Coltrane,
The Tremeloes,
Wally Richardson,
The Moleskins,
Sugar Minott,
Rapeman,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roger Hodgson,
Maurizio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Malaria!,
Lou Christie,
The Cure,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Litter,
Cluster,
The Gap Band,
Lower 48,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Cale,
Letta Mbulu,
The Neon Judgement,
David McCallum,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wolf Eyes,
Camouflage,
Janne Schatter,
Saccharine Trust,
The Durutti Column,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Count Five,
Darondo,
Black Moon,
Hardrive,
The Happenings,
Massinfluence,
Niagra,
Agent Orange,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Glambeats Corp.,
New Order,
Visage,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cameo,
Piero Umiliani,
Avey Tare,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.