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 Cyprus and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe 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 Tubeway Army to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe 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 arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Trumans Water,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Reed,
Guru Guru,
A Certain Ratio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brand Nubian,
Drexciya,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Leaves,
Fad Gadget,
The Busters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Monks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Connie Case,
Neil Young,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Average White Band,
The Fire Engines,
Maleditus Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cluster,
Avey Tare,
Minny Pops,
Quando Quango,
Andrew Hill,
Marc Almond,
Organ,
Faraquet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DJ Style,
Ohio Players,
Unrelated Segments,
Siglo XX,
The Cure,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Juan Atkins,
Gang Starr,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Saints,
John Coltrane,
Das Ding,
Yellowson,
JFA,
the Sonics,
The Slackers,
Dave Gahan,
Adolescents,
Shuggie Otis,
The Vogues,
The Happenings,
Minnie Riperton,
Reagan Youth,
Jerry's Kids,
OOIOO,
AZ,
Oblivians,
Vainqueur,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.