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 Zimbabwe and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro 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 Peter & Gordon to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Durutti Column,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Johnny Clarke,
A Certain Ratio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mark Hollis,
Shuggie Otis,
The Cramps,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Delon & Dalcan,
E-Dancer,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Bananas,
Roxette,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deadbeat,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Neon Judgement,
R.M.O.,
Outsiders,
Motorama,
The Raincoats,
Danielle Patucci,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Vladislav Delay,
Supertramp,
Sound Behaviour,
Jeff Mills,
Black Pus,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lightning Bolt,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Busters,
Nils Olav,
Mr. Review,
Fear,
Mars,
Monolake,
This Heat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Oblivians,
Quadrant,
B.T. Express,
Eric Dolphy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rod Modell,
X-Ray Spex,
Barclay James Harvest,
Organ,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hasil Adkins,
Eric B and Rakim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.