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 Burkina and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gap Band to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a clarinet 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 arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roxette,
Duran Duran,
Crash Course in Science,
Soulsonic Force,
the Sonics,
Byron Stingily,
Cecil Taylor,
Laurel Aitken,
The Raincoats,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cowsills,
Skriet,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Robert Hood,
Black Pus,
The Wake,
Bobby Sherman,
Crime,
Derrick May,
Sam Rivers,
Eli Mardock,
Procol Harum,
MDC,
the Fania All-Stars,
Maurizio,
John Lydon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Sonics,
Minny Pops,
Glenn Branca,
Funky Four + One,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Japan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eden Ahbez,
Nik Kershaw,
Underground Resistance,
Half Japanese,
The Birthday Party,
Lakeside,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sixth Finger,
Hot Snakes,
The Blues Magoos,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minor Threat,
Gichy Dan,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cure,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Reagan Youth,
Fela Kuti,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.