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 Venezuela and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer 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 Big Daddy Kane to the techno 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord 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 clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
The Sound,
Rekid,
Soft Cell,
Suicide,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Slits,
Cecil Taylor,
Amon Düül,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Womack,
Shoche,
Erasure,
Bluetip,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tears for Fears,
Fad Gadget,
Eric Dolphy,
Fear,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fugazi,
Ten City,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Smog,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minny Pops,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Standells,
Nas,
Roxy Music,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ohio Players,
The Busters,
Bill Wells,
Slick Rick,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Johnny Clarke,
Ituana,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Dead C,
Reuben Wilson,
Sixth Finger,
The Smoke,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Last Poets,
The Gladiators,
Ornette Coleman,
MDC,
Agent Orange,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Model 500,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Velvet Underground,
The Neon Judgement,
Radio Birdman,
Youth Brigade,
Pere Ubu,
Gabor Szabo,
Danielle Patucci,
Eddi Front,
The Red Krayola,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.