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 Bulgaria and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the funk 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin 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 linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Scientists,
Nas,
Lower 48,
Nik Kershaw,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rapeman,
Blake Baxter,
Fugazi,
Radio Birdman,
Agent Orange,
Gastr Del Sol,
Boredoms,
Steve Hackett,
Glambeats Corp.,
New York Dolls,
Urselle,
Mars,
The Electric Prunes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Main Source,
Shoche,
Jacob Miller,
Sonic Youth,
Kas Product,
Erykah Badu,
Joyce Sims,
PIL,
The Raincoats,
Stetsasonic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Drexciya,
Todd Terry,
Leonard Cohen,
Don Cherry,
Deakin,
Soft Cell,
Tears for Fears,
Reuben Wilson,
The Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Television,
Barclay James Harvest,
Underground Resistance,
Kurtis Blow,
Con Funk Shun,
Dennis Brown,
Cybotron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Archie Shepp,
Rakim,
Ponytail,
Lightning Bolt,
Moss Icon,
Liliput,
Sight & Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
Piero Umiliani,
Bronski Beat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stockholm Monsters,
Arcadia,
Q and Not U,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.