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 Mali 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Boredoms to the punk 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet 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 rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Cal Tjader,
Livin' Joy,
Ronnie Foster,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sonic Youth,
Anthony Braxton,
Soul II Soul,
Symarip,
Eli Mardock,
Magma,
Guru Guru,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Invisible,
Steve Hackett,
Soft Machine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Circle Jerks,
X-Ray Spex,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Basic Channel,
In Retrospect,
Babytalk,
Toni Rubio,
Junior Murvin,
Slick Rick,
Lou Christie,
Fat Boys,
Talk Talk,
John Holt,
Swans,
Duran Duran,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Blues Magoos,
Scott Walker,
Mars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Danielle Patucci,
Anakelly,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Moon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lucky Dragons,
Outsiders,
the Association,
the Sonics,
The New Christs,
The Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barbara Tucker,
Rites of Spring,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Electric Prunes,
JFA,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Juan Atkins,
The Happenings,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Saints,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.