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 Iraq and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ 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 Bush Tetras to the electroclash 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin 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 harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang of Four,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Derrick Morgan,
Circle Jerks,
The Monochrome Set,
Aloha Tigers,
The Zeros,
Graham Central Station,
Fela Kuti,
Absolute Body Control,
Bronski Beat,
Public Image Ltd.,
Infiniti,
Tim Buckley,
Peter & Gordon,
Rhythm & Sound,
U.S. Maple,
T. Rex,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mandrill,
Harry Pussy,
Black Sheep,
The Black Dice,
Franke,
Youth Brigade,
Hardrive,
Country Teasers,
The Misunderstood,
Arcadia,
Joey Negro,
Ludus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jerry's Kids,
Liliput,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Move,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pharoah Sanders,
Quantec,
A Certain Ratio,
Vladislav Delay,
Nick Fraelich,
LL Cool J,
Procol Harum,
World's Most,
Prince Buster,
Angry Samoans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jacques Brel,
Fear,
The Evens,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Reed,
Nils Olav,
DNA,
Kurtis Blow,
Dennis Brown,
Magma,
the Bar-Kays,
Brass Construction,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.