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 Antigua and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Detroit Cobras to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb 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 linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Cal Tjader,
The Fortunes,
Barrington Levy,
Eric Copeland,
U.S. Maple,
Joensuu 1685,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bauhaus,
Das Ding,
Ohio Players,
Altered Images,
Malaria!,
Spandau Ballet,
Wire,
Darondo,
Gang Starr,
Mad Mike,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eurythmics,
Scan 7,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Simply Red,
Flash Fearless,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Raincoats,
Vainqueur,
Circle Jerks,
The Angels of Light,
Zapp,
MC5,
Ituana,
Q and Not U,
kango's stein massive,
Newcleus,
The Searchers,
Mr. Review,
Urselle,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Essential Logic,
the Fania All-Stars,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Siglo XX,
Ossler,
The Grass Roots,
Make Up,
Ralphi Rosario,
June Days,
Arcadia,
DJ Sneak,
FM Einheit,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bang On A Can,
Al Stewart,
Deepchord,
The Golliwogs,
Average White Band,
Prince Buster,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.