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 Finland and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Frankie Knuckles to the rap 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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar 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 snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Kinks,
Los Fastidios,
Erykah Badu,
Accadde A,
Pet Shop Boys,
Suicide,
Albert Ayler,
Jacob Miller,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Peter and Kerry,
Joy Division,
Depeche Mode,
Joey Negro,
Monks,
Procol Harum,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
U.S. Maple,
Barrington Levy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Spoonie Gee,
The Standells,
The Victims,
Godley & Creme,
Barbara Tucker,
The Count Five,
Black Bananas,
kango's stein massive,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Severed Heads,
Fad Gadget,
Wire,
Eric Copeland,
The Grass Roots,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Arthur Verocai,
Echospace,
Scion,
Maurizio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mark Hollis,
Rod Modell,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Barracudas,
The Monochrome Set,
Chris & Cosey,
B.T. Express,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
H. Thieme,
Sonic Youth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
48th St. Collective,
Slick Rick,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sparks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kerrie Biddell,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.