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 Mali and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Harry Pussy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a snare 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 clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Man Eating Sloth,
EPMD,
Talk Talk,
Gang Green,
Gil Scott Heron,
Heaven 17,
The Last Poets,
Nirvana,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Angry Samoans,
the Human League,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deakin,
Connie Case,
Blake Baxter,
The Real Kids,
Joe Smooth,
Tommy Roe,
Delta 5,
Todd Terry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Offenders,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crooked Eye,
Fat Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Golliwogs,
Ludus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Peter & Gordon,
Minnie Riperton,
the Sonics,
Grauzone,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Josef K,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Newcleus,
Skarface,
Stetsasonic,
The Slits,
Max Romeo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Arab on Radar,
Flash Fearless,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Supertramp,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Flamin' Groovies,
PIL,
Duran Duran,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sandy B,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.