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 Vietnam and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Offenders to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet 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 marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Television Personalities,
Inner City,
One Last Wish,
Clear Light,
Marc Almond,
Sandy B,
Unrelated Segments,
Japan,
Scientists,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joey Negro,
Boredoms,
Roxy Music,
Eden Ahbez,
Panda Bear,
The Modern Lovers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang Starr,
Delta 5,
The Blackbyrds,
Ornette Coleman,
Monolake,
Bill Wells,
The Velvet Underground,
Heaven 17,
The Pretty Things,
The Gories,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lalann,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aloha Tigers,
Lucky Dragons,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Livin' Joy,
Section 25,
Eurythmics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hashim,
Zero Boys,
Alton Ellis,
B.T. Express,
Faust,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tim Buckley,
Second Layer,
Donald Byrd,
Duran Duran,
Organ,
Can,
Albert Ayler,
Wings,
Blancmange,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Sonics,
Marmalade,
Drive Like Jehu,
Moebius,
The Young Rascals,
Public Image Ltd.,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.