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 Honduras and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 DJ Style to the electroclash 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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator 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 guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Donny Hathaway,
Anakelly,
E-Dancer,
Jeru the Damaja,
Steve Hackett,
Kaleidoscope,
The Moleskins,
Morten Harket,
The Evens,
a-ha,
Loose Ends,
Isaac Hayes,
Joe Finger,
Franke,
The Residents,
Delon & Dalcan,
Radio Birdman,
Archie Shepp,
X-102,
Junior Murvin,
Nirvana,
Lightning Bolt,
X-101,
Hasil Adkins,
Kerrie Biddell,
David McCallum,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Erykah Badu,
The Fall,
Country Teasers,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Modern Lovers,
Hashim,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
June Days,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sällskapet,
Von Mondo,
Toni Rubio,
The Techniques,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Golliwogs,
Crash Course in Science,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mandrill,
The Doobie Brothers,
Neil Young,
The Last Poets,
Vladislav Delay,
Roxette,
Depeche Mode,
Fat Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
Zero Boys,
Grey Daturas,
June of 44,
LL Cool J,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Public Enemy,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.