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 Switzerland and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Residents to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and an arpeggiator 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 organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Ituana,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hasil Adkins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Susan Cadogan,
the Normal,
John Foxx,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Arab on Radar,
The Sonics,
Mark Hollis,
Marvin Gaye,
Harry Pussy,
Pierre Henry,
Echospace,
Scott Walker,
Magazine,
KRS-One,
Nils Olav,
The Vogues,
Model 500,
The Martian,
Symarip,
T. Rex,
Stereo Dub,
Archie Shepp,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Star Department,
Radio Birdman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Youth Brigade,
Joy Division,
China Crisis,
Pole,
E-Dancer,
Deepchord,
Mission of Burma,
Minor Threat,
Fluxion,
Bill Near,
Throbbing Gristle,
Amon Düül II,
The Names,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jeff Lynne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tears for Fears,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gories,
Khruangbin,
Shoche,
Ultimate Spinach,
Carl Craig,
Technova,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Durutti Column,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Saccharine Trust,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.