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 Luxembourg and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Lou Reed 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 Steve Hackett to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum 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?
Au Pairs,
Sandy B,
Piero Umiliani,
Moss Icon,
Junior Murvin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gladiators,
Funkadelic,
Chris Corsano,
Fad Gadget,
Alphaville,
Lalann,
Michelle Simonal,
Electric Prunes,
Pole,
Harmonia,
Nas,
The Standells,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Suburban Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Panda Bear,
Joyce Sims,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Malaria!,
Quantec,
Brand Nubian,
Yazoo,
Motorama,
Monolake,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Talk Talk,
Nico,
Mission of Burma,
DJ Style,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Zeros,
Monks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gichy Dan,
Rod Modell,
Spandau Ballet,
New Order,
Pharoah Sanders,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Velvet Underground,
Moebius,
One Last Wish,
The Fall,
Vainqueur,
Dual Sessions,
The Wake,
Soft Machine,
Grandmaster Flash,
Danielle Patucci,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rakim,
Inner City,
Ludus,
Joensuu 1685,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
La Düsseldorf,
Make Up,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.