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 Vietnam and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eric Copeland to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro 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 a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Camberwell Now,
The Real Kids,
Soul II Soul,
MC5,
the Swans,
Thee Headcoats,
Jawbox,
Graham Central Station,
Harmonia,
Magma,
Robert Hood,
the Bar-Kays,
Marmalade,
Laurel Aitken,
Moebius,
Black Pus,
Albert Ayler,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pharoah Sanders,
Arcadia,
Guru Guru,
Section 25,
The Slackers,
The Cure,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Zeros,
Barrington Levy,
The Music Machine,
The Evens,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nirvana,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Skarface,
Oneida,
Au Pairs,
The Martian,
Scientists,
Joyce Sims,
Von Mondo,
Funky Four + One,
Sonny Sharrock,
Don Cherry,
Connie Case,
Shoche,
Skriet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Electric Light Orchestra,
EPMD,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jeru the Damaja,
R.M.O.,
The Beau Brummels,
Aaron Thompson,
Angry Samoans,
Hot Snakes,
Chris & Cosey,
Kas Product,
The Fire Engines,
The Smiths,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.