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 Equatorial Guinea and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet 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 marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Von Mondo,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Byrd,
Bronski Beat,
Basic Channel,
Robert Hood,
Ohio Players,
Chrome,
Dorothy Ashby,
Desert Stars,
Cluster,
The Moody Blues,
Robert Wyatt,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Moon,
Grey Daturas,
Brand Nubian,
World's Most,
Mad Mike,
John Coltrane,
China Crisis,
Spoonie Gee,
Rapeman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Davy DMX,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Sound,
Bobby Womack,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kas Product,
The Misunderstood,
Johnny Osbourne,
U.S. Maple,
The Busters,
This Heat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
A Certain Ratio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Massinfluence,
Lindisfarne,
E-Dancer,
Todd Terry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rod Modell,
Brass Construction,
The Slackers,
Little Man,
Scientists,
Soul II Soul,
Bootsy Collins,
Bill Wells,
Moby Grape,
Harmonia,
Connie Case,
The Real Kids,
X-Ray Spex,
The Blues Magoos,
Minnie Riperton,
The Move,
The Mojo Men,
The Walker Brothers,
The Star Department,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.