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 Afghanistan and from Portland.
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 Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 chamberlin 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 Livin' Joy to the rock 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Sparks,
Joe Smooth,
Main Source,
New York Dolls,
Metal Thangz,
the Bar-Kays,
The Tremeloes,
The Cowsills,
Index,
Tres Demented,
The Happenings,
Robert Görl,
The Names,
Charles Mingus,
Jeff Mills,
Wolf Eyes,
Second Layer,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang Green,
Freddie Wadling,
Fela Kuti,
Niagra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aural Exciters,
The New Christs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gories,
Das Ding,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Normal,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eric B and Rakim,
Archie Shepp,
Make Up,
Pantaleimon,
Intrusion,
Basic Channel,
Letta Mbulu,
The Moleskins,
Heaven 17,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Y Pants,
Sixth Finger,
The Leaves,
Jimmy McGriff,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Alarm Clocks,
These Immortal Souls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bluetip,
Thee Headcoats,
John Coltrane,
Scratch Acid,
Rapeman,
Kayak,
The Motions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rakim,
Henry Cow,
Lalo Schifrin,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.