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 Jamaica and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Echospace to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator 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 clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Crooked Eye,
Morten Harket,
Con Funk Shun,
Juan Atkins,
Pantytec,
Sexual Harrassment,
Flamin' Groovies,
Easy Going,
Gang Green,
Duran Duran,
Archie Shepp,
Sight & Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pulsallama,
Throbbing Gristle,
Terry Callier,
Section 25,
Gichy Dan,
The Angels of Light,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Symarip,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Warsaw,
Harmonia,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Barracudas,
The Standells,
The Saints,
Liliput,
Drexciya,
the Sonics,
June Days,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang Gang Dance,
Young Marble Giants,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Severed Heads,
Mary Jane Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Sound,
June of 44,
Black Moon,
Janne Schatter,
The Techniques,
Danielle Patucci,
Lyres,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Evens,
Sun Ra,
the Slits,
David Axelrod,
Andrew Hill,
Whodini,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dark Day,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tubeway Army,
the Soft Cell,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.