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 Belgium and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Rapeman to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Pole,
Infiniti,
Fad Gadget,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Byrd,
Minnie Riperton,
D'Angelo,
The Standells,
Aswad,
Donald Byrd,
The Cure,
China Crisis,
Chris & Cosey,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wally Richardson,
Max Romeo,
Quadrant,
Pylon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Quantec,
The Litter,
Bronski Beat,
Sam Rivers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Germs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
E-Dancer,
Gabor Szabo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dave Gahan,
the Human League,
Bill Near,
Monolake,
Amazonics,
Audionom,
Scientists,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Knickerbockers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Simply Red,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Neon Judgement,
the Sonics,
Shuggie Otis,
Barbara Tucker,
Jacob Miller,
Toni Rubio,
Boz Scaggs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Radio Birdman,
Robert Wyatt,
Joyce Sims,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cramps,
The Vogues,
Prince Buster,
X-Ray Spex,
Gregory Isaacs,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.