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 Brazil and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Warren Ellis to the electroclash 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer 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 guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
UT,
Clear Light,
The Blues Magoos,
Matthew Bourne,
The Divine Comedy,
Hashim,
Urselle,
R.M.O.,
Rakim,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Zeros,
DJ Sneak,
AZ,
Al Stewart,
Thee Headcoats,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wolf Eyes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Thompson Twins,
Public Enemy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Vladislav Delay,
Ronnie Foster,
Judy Mowatt,
Deepchord,
Faust,
Toni Rubio,
Roxette,
Icehouse,
Minny Pops,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bad Manners,
Yazoo,
Lungfish,
Terry Callier,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Suicide,
Radiohead,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Electric Prunes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Raincoats,
Oblivians,
Spoonie Gee,
Gong,
Babytalk,
Franke,
Eric B and Rakim,
Erasure,
The Durutti Column,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Techniques,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.