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 Sri Lanka and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Quadrant 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 spring reverb 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 linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Smiths,
Colin Newman,
The Remains,
The Invisible,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ituana,
Tubeway Army,
Kerrie Biddell,
X-101,
Stockholm Monsters,
Isaac Hayes,
Archie Shepp,
Cecil Taylor,
Rakim,
Ultimate Spinach,
8 Eyed Spy,
Boz Scaggs,
Nas,
Reagan Youth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Seeds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Amon Düül II,
Urselle,
Gregory Isaacs,
La Düsseldorf,
Radiohead,
Man Parrish,
Dave Gahan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soft Machine,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Curtis Mayfield,
Susan Cadogan,
Quadrant,
David Axelrod,
Japan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bush Tetras,
EPMD,
Anakelly,
Swans,
Scratch Acid,
U.S. Maple,
Marine Girls,
The Count Five,
World's Most,
Joy Division,
Boogie Down Productions,
Terry Callier,
Rites of Spring,
the Human League,
Thee Headcoats,
Roxette,
The Shadows of Knight,
CMW,
Pagans,
Aaron Thompson,
Lalann,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.