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 Israel and from London.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The United States of America to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer 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 oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
The Leaves,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mission of Burma,
Radiopuhelimet,
H. Thieme,
David Axelrod,
Babytalk,
Lindisfarne,
Tim Buckley,
Ornette Coleman,
Franke,
Panda Bear,
Cymande,
Nation of Ulysses,
Flash Fearless,
Barrington Levy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kas Product,
Matthew Halsall,
Pantaleimon,
Soul II Soul,
Fela Kuti,
Jacob Miller,
The Associates,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Bananas,
Average White Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Moby Grape,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ronnie Foster,
John Coltrane,
Ten City,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Motions,
Rod Modell,
James White and The Blacks,
Arthur Verocai,
Los Fastidios,
David McCallum,
Laurel Aitken,
Rakim,
Rhythm & Sound,
Newcleus,
Crooked Eye,
The Stooges,
Con Funk Shun,
The Index,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Khruangbin,
Bill Near,
Slave,
Kaleidoscope,
The Pop Group,
Tropical Tobacco,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fugs,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Foxx,
The Moleskins,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.