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 Mexico and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 DNA to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar 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 guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Buzzcocks,
Brothers Johnson,
Motorama,
Lakeside,
Skaos,
Lyres,
Marvin Gaye,
Eric Copeland,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Can,
Deakin,
Letta Mbulu,
D'Angelo,
Sam Rivers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Avey Tare,
The Skatalites,
Fugazi,
Marc Almond,
Fat Boys,
Carl Craig,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brick,
Kool Moe Dee,
Spoonie Gee,
Mo-Dettes,
Eden Ahbez,
Joy Division,
the Association,
The Electric Prunes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Althea and Donna,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Depeche Mode,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rotary Connection,
Nick Fraelich,
Yazoo,
Ronnie Foster,
Scan 7,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Parry Music,
H. Thieme,
Tubeway Army,
Thee Headcoats,
Eric Dolphy,
The Offenders,
Echospace,
The Modern Lovers,
Sister Nancy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Animal Collective,
Kayak,
DJ Sneak,
Erykah Badu,
Danielle Patucci,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Swell Maps,
Deepchord,
Niagra,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.