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 Belize and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Guru Guru to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare 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?
Half Japanese,
Albert Ayler,
Kaleidoscope,
Chris & Cosey,
Amazonics,
Sight & Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
Arthur Verocai,
Fela Kuti,
Rufus Thomas,
Fugazi,
R.M.O.,
Electric Prunes,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fall,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gabor Szabo,
Arab on Radar,
Aloha Tigers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Main Source,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rosa Yemen,
The Smoke,
Rites of Spring,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gories,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
B.T. Express,
Minny Pops,
The Searchers,
Sällskapet,
Mad Mike,
John Foxx,
Echospace,
The Fire Engines,
Motorama,
Sound Behaviour,
La Düsseldorf,
Make Up,
Oblivians,
Ronan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Urselle,
The Misunderstood,
Gang Green,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hot Snakes,
Laurel Aitken,
T. Rex,
China Crisis,
Glenn Branca,
Lucky Dragons,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Motions,
Negative Approach,
World's Most,
Prince Buster,
Bush Tetras,
Thee Headcoats,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.