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 Singapore and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer 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 Pole to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes 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 sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
The Divine Comedy,
Mars,
F. McDonald,
Moss Icon,
Pole,
X-101,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ossler,
Theoretical Girls,
Tres Demented,
CMW,
The Leaves,
Radiohead,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Reagan Youth,
The Skatalites,
Khruangbin,
Eden Ahbez,
Ronan,
Stockholm Monsters,
The United States of America,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Drive Like Jehu,
Qualms,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Index,
The Busters,
The Buckinghams,
Y Pants,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mr. Review,
The Standells,
a-ha,
Icehouse,
Deepchord,
Gong,
kango's stein massive,
U.S. Maple,
Skarface,
KRS-One,
Audionom,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Vladislav Delay,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
AZ,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pantaleimon,
Little Man,
Iggy Pop,
The Walker Brothers,
Letta Mbulu,
Brass Construction,
Rapeman,
Marvin Gaye,
Fluxion,
Sam Rivers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.