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 Nigeria and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Yellowson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 organ 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 clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
The Dirtbombs,
Depeche Mode,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Alton Ellis,
X-101,
10cc,
Unrelated Segments,
The Birthday Party,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gap Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Soft Cell,
The Sonics,
The Happenings,
Half Japanese,
Chrome,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Stetsasonic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fear,
Crash Course in Science,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Arab on Radar,
Roger Hodgson,
Inner City,
X-Ray Spex,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aloha Tigers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Kinks,
Gang Starr,
The Doors,
The Divine Comedy,
Theoretical Girls,
Chris & Cosey,
Faust,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Howard Jones,
Yazoo,
The Skatalites,
Soft Machine,
Animal Collective,
the Sonics,
Sonic Youth,
The Pretty Things,
Reuben Wilson,
Agitation Free,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bob Dylan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rod Modell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Dead C,
Junior Murvin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Frankie Knuckles,
Archie Shepp,
Icehouse,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.