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 Israel and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Swans to the funk 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a marimba 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 güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Young Marble Giants,
Harmonia,
The Searchers,
Rod Modell,
The Cramps,
Aswad,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang Green,
Fela Kuti,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Angels of Light,
Minnie Riperton,
The Mojo Men,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ornette Coleman,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yellowson,
Hasil Adkins,
The Knickerbockers,
The Durutti Column,
Parry Music,
The Raincoats,
Donald Byrd,
The Birthday Party,
Judy Mowatt,
The Young Rascals,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lightning Bolt,
The Star Department,
Steve Hackett,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cowsills,
the Soft Cell,
Spoonie Gee,
Deakin,
Model 500,
Harpers Bizarre,
Blancmange,
Barry Ungar,
Chris & Cosey,
Gichy Dan,
Sam Rivers,
Barrington Levy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
D'Angelo,
Boredoms,
Colin Newman,
Warren Ellis,
Graham Central Station,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Blossom Toes,
the Normal,
Rekid,
The Residents,
The Busters,
The Kinks,
Dual Sessions,
The Sound,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.