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 Japan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Divine Comedy to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare 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 marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Arab on Radar,
Man Parrish,
Symarip,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Angels of Light,
Royal Trux,
MC5,
Ten City,
Todd Terry,
Banda Bassotti,
Derrick Morgan,
Lyres,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Arthur Verocai,
Dennis Brown,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bill Near,
June of 44,
The Modern Lovers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Leaves,
Khruangbin,
Barbara Tucker,
Nik Kershaw,
JFA,
Minor Threat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Blackbyrds,
The Human League,
Stereo Dub,
Althea and Donna,
Livin' Joy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Toni Rubio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hashim,
Mars,
Fugazi,
The Dave Clark Five,
Idris Muhammad,
Freddie Wadling,
Man Eating Sloth,
Charles Mingus,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Letta Mbulu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Shoche,
Patti Smith,
Popol Vuh,
Masters at Work,
Matthew Halsall,
CMW,
Roxy Music,
Talk Talk,
OOIOO,
Johnny Clarke,
Kerri Chandler,
Slave,
Animal Collective,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.