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 Malaysia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 the Association to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet 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 güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang of Four,
Angry Samoans,
The Slackers,
Mantronix,
Grey Daturas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Symarip,
B.T. Express,
Ituana,
Model 500,
Todd Rundgren,
The Zeros,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Drive Like Jehu,
One Last Wish,
Agent Orange,
The Searchers,
Lakeside,
Harpers Bizarre,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gap Band,
Al Stewart,
Wally Richardson,
Yusef Lateef,
Barrington Levy,
Skriet,
The Neon Judgement,
Country Teasers,
Thee Headcoats,
Robert Görl,
Juan Atkins,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobby Womack,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Monochrome Set,
The Smoke,
Howard Jones,
Index,
The Electric Prunes,
Popol Vuh,
Jandek,
The Litter,
Barry Ungar,
T. Rex,
Andrew Hill,
Gabor Szabo,
The Skatalites,
Funky Four + One,
X-101,
Nico,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tommy Roe,
The Dead C,
The Knickerbockers,
Lungfish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Easy Going,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.