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 Micronesia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Barclay James Harvest to the techno 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Audionom,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
B.T. Express,
Pet Shop Boys,
DNA,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lower 48,
Colin Newman,
Jawbox,
Hasil Adkins,
Ultravox,
Eden Ahbez,
June of 44,
Amon Düül,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sugar Minott,
Mad Mike,
Yaz,
Janne Schatter,
Chris Corsano,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Prince Buster,
The Sound,
Stiv Bators,
The Blackbyrds,
John Cale,
Q65,
Young Marble Giants,
Althea and Donna,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Altered Images,
Ohio Players,
The Leaves,
AZ,
Desert Stars,
Kayak,
Black Moon,
KRS-One,
The Mummies,
Don Cherry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Blossom Toes,
The Standells,
Y Pants,
Avey Tare,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cameo,
The Pop Group,
Yazoo,
Half Japanese,
Faust,
The Move,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pere Ubu,
Eric Dolphy,
Aaron Thompson,
Kenny Larkin,
Nico,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.