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 Algeria and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Judy Mowatt to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Joe Smooth,
CMW,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nils Olav,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sexual Harrassment,
a-ha,
The Sound,
Shoche,
Michelle Simonal,
Ornette Coleman,
Reagan Youth,
The Busters,
Eddi Front,
Quadrant,
Delta 5,
Lindisfarne,
Black Bananas,
The Walker Brothers,
Al Stewart,
Joyce Sims,
The Count Five,
Depeche Mode,
Little Man,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
K-Klass,
Suburban Knight,
T.S.O.L.,
Mo-Dettes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Johnny Clarke,
Nick Fraelich,
Ken Boothe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Golliwogs,
Lungfish,
The Fugs,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Human League,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cecil Taylor,
Visage,
F. McDonald,
Henry Cow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Curtis Mayfield,
AZ,
Laurel Aitken,
Dennis Brown,
Darondo,
Radiohead,
Monolake,
Oneida,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Association,
Unrelated Segments,
the Germs,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.