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 Austria and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nas 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes 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 theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Shuggie Otis,
Robert Görl,
David Axelrod,
Dead Boys,
Toni Rubio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Derrick May,
Siglo XX,
JFA,
Pantytec,
AZ,
Charles Mingus,
KRS-One,
Minnie Riperton,
the Germs,
Joensuu 1685,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Wake,
The Happenings,
The Mojo Men,
Half Japanese,
The Blues Magoos,
The Associates,
Japan,
Subhumans,
La Düsseldorf,
Darondo,
Ronnie Foster,
H. Thieme,
The Standells,
Laurel Aitken,
Avey Tare,
The Litter,
The Velvet Underground,
John Coltrane,
John Holt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Count Five,
Soul II Soul,
Con Funk Shun,
Isaac Hayes,
Animal Collective,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Zapp,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nils Olav,
Eden Ahbez,
Cluster,
Reagan Youth,
Magma,
The Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eve St. Jones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
David McCallum,
The Stooges,
Make Up,
Dual Sessions,
Jimmy McGriff,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.