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 Mongolia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 In Retrospect to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a rhodes and a 808 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 linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aswad,
Erasure,
Skriet,
The Seeds,
Barrington Levy,
Schoolly D,
In Retrospect,
Peter and Kerry,
ABBA,
Tres Demented,
Nik Kershaw,
Archie Shepp,
Accadde A,
Andrew Hill,
Aural Exciters,
Metal Thangz,
Hasil Adkins,
Don Cherry,
Lower 48,
Radio Birdman,
Barclay James Harvest,
Derrick Morgan,
The Angels of Light,
Mad Mike,
Youth Brigade,
Glenn Branca,
Vainqueur,
Make Up,
Michelle Simonal,
China Crisis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Idris Muhammad,
Donny Hathaway,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Saints,
Rakim,
Jesper Dahlback,
Buzzcocks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Barracudas,
Isaac Hayes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eli Mardock,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Laurel Aitken,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cheater Slicks,
The Mummies,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cramps,
Oblivians,
Piero Umiliani,
Public Enemy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
D'Angelo,
Babytalk,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.