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 Malaysia and from Manila.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the jazz 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum 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 synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Mission of Burma,
FM Einheit,
Jeff Lynne,
Magma,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joyce Sims,
Subhumans,
Thee Headcoats,
The Durutti Column,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Motorama,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Modern Lovers,
The Walker Brothers,
Underground Resistance,
Pagans,
Ken Boothe,
Silicon Teens,
MC5,
The Tremeloes,
Drexciya,
Groovy Waters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gories,
Reuben Wilson,
Pantaleimon,
LL Cool J,
The Mummies,
Boredoms,
The Residents,
Youth Brigade,
Gichy Dan,
Marc Almond,
Wire,
Eric Copeland,
John Lydon,
Drive Like Jehu,
ABBA,
Monks,
Barrington Levy,
Organ,
The Five Americans,
The Cure,
Malaria!,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultra Naté,
Y Pants,
Television,
Oneida,
Mary Jane Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Simply Red,
Wasted Youth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Essential Logic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.