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 Israel and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 Moby Grape to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ 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 rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Slick Rick,
Gang Gang Dance,
Interpol,
Nik Kershaw,
the Normal,
Cheater Slicks,
Max Romeo,
MDC,
Sonny Sharrock,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rotary Connection,
Rapeman,
The Angels of Light,
Neil Young,
Fat Boys,
Sun City Girls,
Television,
Fear,
Al Stewart,
Zero Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pierre Henry,
FM Einheit,
Erykah Badu,
Lower 48,
Fugazi,
U.S. Maple,
Maurizio,
48th St. Collective,
Minor Threat,
Bad Manners,
Gang of Four,
Barbara Tucker,
The Toasters,
The Durutti Column,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Desert Stars,
The Alarm Clocks,
Guru Guru,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barrington Levy,
Masters at Work,
Panda Bear,
The Buckinghams,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pantaleimon,
Scion,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Flesh Eaters,
L. Decosne,
Livin' Joy,
Robert Wyatt,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Reagan Youth,
Smog,
Yusef Lateef,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.