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 Burkina and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ 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 Mad Mike to the disco 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Roy Ayers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Anthony Braxton,
Pulsallama,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tubeway Army,
Pantytec,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pagans,
The American Breed,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Steve Hackett,
John Coltrane,
Charles Mingus,
Camberwell Now,
Underground Resistance,
B.T. Express,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Second Layer,
Jawbox,
The Black Dice,
Make Up,
China Crisis,
Reuben Wilson,
Patti Smith,
Wally Richardson,
Albert Ayler,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rakim,
Chrome,
Easy Going,
The Music Machine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Tremeloes,
The Blues Magoos,
Y Pants,
Skaos,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Erykah Badu,
CMW,
Crispy Ambulance,
Harmonia,
Fluxion,
Nirvana,
Aural Exciters,
Sound Behaviour,
Deakin,
Lucky Dragons,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Standells,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lightning Bolt,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alton Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang Starr,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.