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 Estonia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the jazz 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar 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 theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Audionom,
Loose Ends,
The Moody Blues,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Womack,
Arab on Radar,
Brand Nubian,
Throbbing Gristle,
Arthur Verocai,
Visage,
MC5,
The Busters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brick,
Infiniti,
Mo-Dettes,
Bill Near,
The Vogues,
Chris & Cosey,
Hardrive,
Khruangbin,
Porter Ricks,
Pere Ubu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gun Club,
Wings,
Amazonics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Last Poets,
Hasil Adkins,
Bob Dylan,
Wolf Eyes,
Matthew Bourne,
Morten Harket,
Monolake,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Pretty Things,
Roxy Music,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Soft Cell,
The Leaves,
Intrusion,
The Misunderstood,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dennis Brown,
Skarface,
Dark Day,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kool Moe Dee,
Derrick May,
Saccharine Trust,
U.S. Maple,
Bizarre Inc.,
Don Cherry,
Minutemen,
Dawn Penn,
Radio Birdman,
Shuggie Otis,
Bootsy Collins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.