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 Papua New Guinea and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the crunk 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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 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?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Derrick Morgan,
The Offenders,
Joy Division,
Althea and Donna,
Y Pants,
Reagan Youth,
The Count Five,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Oblivians,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kenny Larkin,
Monolake,
U.S. Maple,
Fugazi,
Gregory Isaacs,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Remains,
Zapp,
KRS-One,
La Düsseldorf,
Quadrant,
Television Personalities,
New Age Steppers,
Tommy Roe,
Frankie Knuckles,
Colin Newman,
The Gladiators,
Gang Green,
DJ Style,
The Grass Roots,
The Pop Group,
Black Pus,
The Names,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Bar-Kays,
K-Klass,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Average White Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Leaves,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Seeds,
Glenn Branca,
Fifty Foot Hose,
X-101,
The Beau Brummels,
The Wake,
Pere Ubu,
The Birthday Party,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Max Romeo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stereo Dub,
Half Japanese,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cal Tjader,
The Stooges,
Zero Boys,
Schoolly D,
The Black Dice,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.