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 Brazil and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bronski Beat to the rap 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Brothers Johnson,
Wasted Youth,
Mantronix,
Ice-T,
Black Pus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Techniques,
Eve St. Jones,
The Sound,
The Fugs,
Bang On A Can,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eddi Front,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Delon & Dalcan,
New Order,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cecil Taylor,
Can,
Jerry's Kids,
Fluxion,
Electric Prunes,
The Dirtbombs,
Radiohead,
Skriet,
Graham Central Station,
Terry Callier,
Deadbeat,
Japan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Neu!,
Marvin Gaye,
Funky Four + One,
Con Funk Shun,
Robert Wyatt,
Al Stewart,
Skaos,
Pulsallama,
The Associates,
The Blues Magoos,
Nico,
Bill Wells,
Lightning Bolt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Y Pants,
Danielle Patucci,
Fela Kuti,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Harmonia,
Vladislav Delay,
Pet Shop Boys,
Make Up,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bob Dylan,
Spandau Ballet,
Ituana,
Rod Modell,
Warsaw,
Newcleus,
Crime,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.