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 Bolivia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
The Count Five,
Sun Ra,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marvin Gaye,
Cheater Slicks,
Junior Murvin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Howard Jones,
Fear,
Masters at Work,
Quantec,
Bill Near,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
David Bowie,
The Golliwogs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Quadrant,
New Order,
The Angels of Light,
Black Bananas,
Susan Cadogan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Arcadia,
kango's stein massive,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gabor Szabo,
Das Ding,
Cybotron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Mummies,
Blossom Toes,
The Vogues,
Young Marble Giants,
Camberwell Now,
Andrew Hill,
John Holt,
Hot Snakes,
the Association,
Mo-Dettes,
the Slits,
Suburban Knight,
Echospace,
Jerry's Kids,
Bluetip,
10cc,
Chris Corsano,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Pus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The American Breed,
The Neon Judgement,
Stereo Dub,
Television Personalities,
The Toasters,
B.T. Express,
Wolf Eyes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Traffic Nightmare,
Freddie Wadling,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.