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 Denmark and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet 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 The Slackers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
KRS-One,
Minor Threat,
Rapeman,
Ohio Players,
Desert Stars,
Fela Kuti,
Echospace,
H. Thieme,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eden Ahbez,
Newcleus,
Sonny Sharrock,
David Bowie,
Rites of Spring,
Don Cherry,
Derrick May,
the Human League,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bronski Beat,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sandy B,
Masters at Work,
The Fuzztones,
Moebius,
Eurythmics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Coltrane,
48th St. Collective,
FM Einheit,
Liliput,
Popol Vuh,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soul II Soul,
Grandmaster Flash,
Con Funk Shun,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Theoretical Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Laurel Aitken,
Skaos,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Lydon,
David Axelrod,
Max Romeo,
Slave,
Wire,
Warren Ellis,
The Sonics,
Soulsonic Force,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Royal Trux,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bizarre Inc.,
Agitation Free,
PIL,
The Dave Clark Five,
Derrick Morgan,
The Last Poets,
The Monks,
Electric Prunes,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.