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 Mauritania and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba 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 Archie Shepp to the jazz 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
The Seeds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yazoo,
Bob Dylan,
Second Layer,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Womack,
Shoche,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Vladislav Delay,
Faust,
Blake Baxter,
The Dead C,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Pus,
Adolescents,
Amon Düül II,
Audionom,
Animal Collective,
Peter and Kerry,
The Happenings,
The New Christs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Martian,
Gil Scott Heron,
Whodini,
Matthew Halsall,
Sparks,
Ossler,
The Walker Brothers,
Kurtis Blow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Half Japanese,
Soft Cell,
Unrelated Segments,
Joy Division,
Fugazi,
Cybotron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
OOIOO,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fortunes,
Metal Thangz,
Dave Gahan,
Electric Prunes,
The United States of America,
Alice Coltrane,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ludus,
Danielle Patucci,
Henry Cow,
Q and Not U,
Pagans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Sonics,
Neil Young,
Slick Rick,
The Slackers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.