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 Namibia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the dance 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ 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 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Bill Near,
The Golliwogs,
New Order,
Brick,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brass Construction,
Gil Scott Heron,
Delon & Dalcan,
Todd Terry,
Derrick May,
Bluetip,
Harry Pussy,
Davy DMX,
Minny Pops,
Silicon Teens,
K-Klass,
The Cure,
Bobby Sherman,
The Walker Brothers,
Aloha Tigers,
LL Cool J,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Stereo Dub,
Hot Snakes,
Pulsallama,
The Electric Prunes,
Altered Images,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alison Limerick,
David McCallum,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jeff Mills,
Rekid,
Rosa Yemen,
Sex Pistols,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Standells,
Talk Talk,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cal Tjader,
Josef K,
Henry Cow,
Darondo,
Minnie Riperton,
Neu!,
Gang Starr,
Duran Duran,
The Wake,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crime,
Simply Red,
Smog,
Boredoms,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Glambeats Corp.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Invisible,
Heaven 17,
Fluxion,
David Axelrod,
Sugar Minott,
The Litter,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.