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 Mozambique and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes 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 Sam Rivers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a synthesizer 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 marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Girls At Our Best!,
Archie Shepp,
Magazine,
Shoche,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gang of Four,
Eddi Front,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Clear Light,
David Bowie,
Deadbeat,
Faust,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Simply Red,
Lower 48,
The Mojo Men,
Sonny Sharrock,
Agent Orange,
Roger Hodgson,
Monolake,
Hot Snakes,
The Kinks,
Oblivians,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scrapy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
H. Thieme,
Scientists,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Count Five,
Lightning Bolt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eurythmics,
Steve Hackett,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cybotron,
Schoolly D,
Ten City,
The Victims,
The Buckinghams,
Ornette Coleman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Moby Grape,
UT,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deepchord,
Fat Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Neil Young,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The New Christs,
Talk Talk,
Niagra,
Au Pairs,
Main Source,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Remains,
Cameo,
Ice-T,
Derrick Morgan,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.