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 Turkey and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Derrick Morgan to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe 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 arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
CMW,
KRS-One,
Frankie Knuckles,
Funkadelic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Moby Grape,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Pop Group,
Sugar Minott,
The United States of America,
Camouflage,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Durutti Column,
John Coltrane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minny Pops,
Mad Mike,
John Holt,
Morten Harket,
The Leaves,
Bang On A Can,
June Days,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kas Product,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cameo,
E-Dancer,
10cc,
The Standells,
Stockholm Monsters,
Newcleus,
Drexciya,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alison Limerick,
Dave Gahan,
Connie Case,
Scion,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Doors,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Y Pants,
Organ,
Sun Ra,
Cluster,
Janne Schatter,
Oneida,
The Wake,
James White and The Blacks,
The Residents,
Stetsasonic,
Nick Fraelich,
Harpers Bizarre,
Radio Birdman,
Flipper,
The Birthday Party,
Gastr Del Sol,
Albert Ayler,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tomorrow,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.